WOW.
Just wow.
I thought it would be a Really Great Idea to dress Gabby in her little bathing suit and put pigtails in her hair so she would look SO CUTE when we went to the store.
That was a bad idea.
Everyone was all "Oh my God, she's so cute!" "Look at her! How precious!" "Aw, she's got a bathing suit on!"
Of course, she was eating it up and flaunting The Charm.
Out of nowhere, this one dude, said, and I'm NOT EXAGGERATING, PEOPLE, "Oh my God! She looks like a little doll!" then, he walked over to me and said "May I please HOLD HER?"
Um.
Um.
Ummm.
Before I could answer, his wife walked over. "Oh, yes, can he hold her?"
Um. I should have said "What the hell is wrong with you? Of course you may not hold MY baby. You're complete strangers and how do I know you don't rub your ass crack and sniff it?"
But I LET HIM HOLD MY BABY.
Shh. Don't tell Tony that because he will kick my ass and take away my "allowance".
Of course, she started screaming and crying because "Hi! My mom never leaves me with anyone except my dad and only to go to Target so I'm really attached to her and, dude, I don't know what you're thinking but I don't even let MY GRANDMA hold me!"
I immediately grabbed her away from him and walked away feeling like a Very Shitty Mother.
I know the man didn't have bad intentions, I didn't get those kinds of vibes at all, but WHY DID I HAND MY BABY OVER TO HIM?
I know why, because him and his wife caught me completely off guard.
And I wonder, had a little old lady asked me to hold her, would I have thought it was so damn weird that a stranger would ask to hold my baby?
The moral of this story is never take your baby girl to the store in a baby bikini. It makes people lose their damn minds.
(Ok, She asked for it...)







Either they were both smoking crack, or they just found out she's pregnant.