In line at Trader Joe’s a nosy old woman leans over and grabs Sam’s hair, saying, “Where did you get this red hair?” Sam shrugs out of her grasp and refuses to answer her, making it totally unnecessary for me to growl at her (but I did glare).
ONCE AGAIN, FOLKS: Do not touch my kid without his permission. And SHUT THE FUCK UP about his hair unless you just want to say how pretty it is.
What kills me is that I’m sure the old busybody was thinking that he got his bad manners from me. I wonder where she got hers.