Overheard

Earlier today I had both girls out with me while I ran some errands. We were in the shoe store, and I had put Bridget down on the floor while I browsed to see if they had any boots on sale. (They didn't.) Louisa was sitting on a bench and Bridget was standing next to her, holding on to the side of the bench. I should mention that Bridget was dressed in red pants with pink and purple patches around the leg bottoms, pink polka-dotted shoes, and a purple fleece.

A woman pushing a stroller walked past the girls. If I had to guess, I'd say this was a grandmother pushing her under-a-year-old grandbaby. I was slightly down the aisle, watching all of this transpire.

"Well, hello," the woman said, looking at Bridget.

"Her name's Bridget," Louisa said.

"Your name is Bridget?" the woman said, looking right at Louisa. "Hello Bridget!"

Louisa just looked at her.

"How old is your brother?" the woman asked.

"I don't have a brother." Louisa said.

"Well, how old is he?" the woman asked, gesturing toward Bridget.

"That is a girl," Louisa said. "Her name is Bridget."

At that point, Bridget started pulling shoes down from the shelf so the conversation fell apart. It did make me laugh to myself a bit, though. I love how Louisa wasn't being the least bit rude but she really didn't know what the woman was talking about. Brother? What??