We're in Louisville, for John's Ironman race, and since she and I flew there (benefits of the spoose (rhymes with moose, and yes, I just did a set of parentheses inside a set of parentheses) working for AA), we only brought the umbrella stroller (which happens to be obnoxiously pink!) instead of the Ironman jogging stroller.
It's Friday, we head down to the river so the gang can do a practice swim in the Ohio River. (I'll be doing more race posts (soon) on my other blog, I'll try to keep this one mainly about V.)
Ahh! Double parentheses again! What's happened to my grammar?! Moving on...
So, here she is having some fun in her stroller (see, pink!) while they swim.
"Oh, this is soooo much fun!"
"Alright, I'm ready to get out and run around!"
So, after their swim we go back to the hotel. We're in the elevator, and there's another lady in there with us. She makes a comment along the lines of, "What a cute little boy, is that a boy?" and I say, "No, she's a girl" and she responds, and I quote, "Oh, I see the pink shirt now."
Seriously?!!!
You missed the obnoxiously pink stroller?!!! I mean, it's not like that's gender neutral or anything!
I was going to pretend she was colorblind or something, but she blew that excuse right out the window!
And, let's just talk this out real quick...even if I did have an older daughter who the stroller was originally purchased for, what kind of mom makes her son sit in a bright pink stroller?! Especially an umbrella stroller! It's not like those cost very much!
People these days...sometimes, you just gotta wonder.
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