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Top Ten Stupid Things People Say to Mamas

10. She looks JUST like your husband! I don't even see you in her. Huh. Nope.
9. So...have you talked about having another? How old are you now?
8. I came home from the hospital in my regular jeans. Just one of those lucky ones.
7. Want ta trade?
6. Children do better when their mothers relax a little.
5. I've always thought pink on girls was a cliche.
4. Really? She can't write her name/read/ride a bike yet?
3. Boy, she looks nothing like you. Guess you'll have to have a second one for you!
2. Did you ever think about holding her back a year?
1. Don't worry.

Comments

Sugarmama said…
Don't you just want to slap the hands of ANYONE who says #7 to you? Especially when your girl so clearly doesn't want to be anywhere but on you? Yeah.

And I think a perfectly suitable response to #8 is something like, "Oh my God! Your baby must've been so underweight! I hope s/he didn't have any health problems!"
6:46 am
Bec said…
I've had the reverse of number 10 many times, and often felt like saying: "Well, I sleep around a lot, it's hard to say who her real dad is."

But I haven't. Yet.
1:14 pm
BlondeBrony said…
Love it. Thanks for the smile.
11:23 am
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