Handsome?

Someone told my daughter she was "handsome" tonight.

Some old lady (like walks-with-a-cane old) walks past our table at dinner tonight (mmmm LaRosa's) and says, "What a sweet little boy you are." The husband and I both let it slide - much easier than the awkward "She's actually a girl" comment and their subsequent apology. Well, Old Lady didn't pass by, as she should have; she lingered. I know what you're thinking - if she was walking with a cane, maybe she was resting/just that slow. But no, she was dead in her tracks. I could tell we were in for a full-on convo at this point. She clearly must have seen the sign on Brooke that says "Please interrupt my Mommy & Daddy's meal to comment on my cuteness." Clearly. Anyway, she lingered and continued with "Aren't you such a handsome boy." Unfortunately, I knew I couldn't help Old Lady save face anymore because she was bound to see the pink baby doll on Brooke's lap at some point. So I, of course, chimed in with "She's actually a girl..." And, on cue, Old Lady starts apologizing and is all "Oh, now that she's smiling I can definitely tell she's a girl." Whatev, Old Lady, nice try on the recovery. Yes, she was wearing a blue striped Polo dress and yes, it probably looked like just a shirt since she was sitting in a high chair at the time and you couldn't see the bottom. But still, those eyelashes scream GIRL, don't they? Oh, and all this was after our waitress asked how old HE was. To console myself, I convinced the husband to take us out for ice cream after (mmmm Graeter's).

Serves me right for leaving the house without one of her trademark headbands. Never again.

(Lucky for us, Brooke's grandma started making headbands for her so we have new choices besides just plain white or pink. A few have graced the blog already - they are precious! Mom - looks like we're going to need a navy blue one...)