Everybody loves to give advice when you have a child. The thing I wasn't prepared for are the perfect strangers who come up to you and offer advice about your parenting. This past weekend, the Hubby and I were out and about with the Muffin Man in his stroller. In an effort to reduce his exposure to germs and to help him nap more soundly, I had a blanket draped over the stroller. While I was busy minding my own business, pushing the stroller down the block, a woman walked up to me and said, "you need to let some air in there. Your kid is going to suffocate!" Apparently this woman is not familiar with the fact that in order to actually suffocate you have to hold something over a child's nose and mouth. Last time I checked, the blanket was draped over the stroller, not tied tightly around my kid's head obstructing his air flow. In an effort to be more mature and set a good example for my son, I didn't tell her that she was a nosy bitch and to mind her own business and to LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE (although I really, really wanted to). I did tell her that I was sure my son would be fine. And then I gave her the finger as she was walking away. Because, let's face it, I'm not that mature.
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