24 notes February 6, 2012 "Just So Rude." (Setting:47 degrees (I checked before I left the house), Queens New York. I'm walking down a busy street with Dylan in his stroller. He is wearing a thick snowsuit, a wool hat, and has a thick blanket covering his body.) Suddenly an old woman walking toward us, looks at us, stops and says... Old Woman:Oh, that baby must be freezing. Me:(Looking at my son) Nah, I don't think so. He's covered pretty well. I think he might even be too hot. (polite chuckle) Old Woman:Oh no. It's too cold for a baby to be outside now. You should bring him back home. Me:(A little annoyed) It's a little chilly, but definitely not too cold to be outside. Old Woman:(very annoyed) Well, I really think it's too cold and you should bring that poor freezing child back home. I raised 3 children, I know when... Me:(Gone are the polite chuckles and sunny disposition) He's fine. Thanks for your concern for our well being. (I start to walk away.) Old Women:I'm not concerned for you, but for your baby. Me:(There may have been steam coming from my ears now.) I'll tell you what, give me your phone number so I can call you when I want to take my son outside, and you can tell me if it's too cold out for him. Would you like that? Old Woman:(Starting to walk away) Just so rude... Me:You're right, I should take parenting criticism from some nosy battleaxe who pokes her nose in my business with a smile. Suddenly an Old Man approaches me coming from a bar no less, as the Old Woman continues to walk away. Old Man:Why are you harassing that poor woman? You have a baby with you, just leave her alone. Me:(About to lose my cool) No, at this point, I think you're going to want leave me alone. (Old Man walks away) (I'm left standing on the sidewalk dumbfounded at the last 45 seconds.) What started a nice morning walk ended with me being viewed as the Scourge of Queens' Geriatrics. I maintain I acted appropriately while my parental judgement was criticized by some strange woman. Add to the fact that 80 year old man emerged from a bar at 1045 in the morning, stinking of flat beer to "regulate" the situation. This is why I hate this neighborhood. I don't take any shit from the morons I live around, lest of all when you drag my son into it. Filed under baby mom dad parenting parenthood fatherhood stay at home dad unwanted advice