Remember this? You know, the one where I complained about strangers touching Alex? That issue has not stopped. I have learned to very obviously ignore whoever is touching my son, and will generally even move away from them. I have not (yet) said anything rude, although I have certainly wanted to. A few times I have lied, saying that he has a cold or pink eye. That seems to be the only thing that actually influences people to stop touching him.
I thought it was getting better, because I have gone out with him a few times recently and no one has done anything more than wave, smile, and maybe attempt small talk with him. (Yes, small talk with Alex. Not me.) That’s fine. I smile at babies when I see them, and if they are smiling back I may wave or say, “Hi!” to them. No problem there.
Today, I realized that it’s about to get worse.
Now that the weather is getting cold here, Alex is in dire need of sweaters. He only had three, so, naturally, I needed to fix that. Alex and I went to a nice children’s consignment store near our house, exchanging some of his smaller stuff for newer, warmer, clothing. While I attempted to fit through the very narrow aisles with Alex strapped to my back, a woman said “Hi!” to him and he. said. “hi.” back.
Distinctly. There was no mistaking it. He said “hi!”
After we checked out, we headed to Target for some Milk. (And a sweater. And a hat and mitten set.) While we were checking out, the cashier did the typical “Hi-how-are-you-today-ma’am?” blur of words, to which Alex responded, “Hi!” and waved. (The stereotypical baby/toddler backward wave.)
So amazingly adorable. The moment was only slightly dulled by the fact that the woman standing in line behind us touched Alex’s cheek and then bounced his foot up and down while he was sitting peacefully in the shopping cart.