Once every couple of weeks, the boys and I go to Reston Town Center... this morning seemed warm and jolly, so I decided this was the perfect day to go. I even threw a couple of ride-ons in the van for the boys to enjoy while outside.
But I had a few unusual encounters that left me feeling weird about our visit. I won't creep you out with the first story (maybe another day), but there was also a Banana Republic employee who talked to me like we were old friends, updating me on her college-aged son, etc. Since I don't recall being in this particular BR in years, this struck me as a brilliant sales tactic... until she called me by name. I seriously felt like I was in the twilight zone.
Here's the last interaction I had with 3 passers-by before calling it a weird day and heading home:
Older gentleman: (To Wyatt) I wish I could get a ride on your bike.
Younger woman: Look at them. They are so cute.
Older woman: Are they twins?
Me: No. He's almost 4. And he's 18 months.
Younger woman: Are you their nanny?
Me: No. I'm their mom.
Younger woman: You're the mom?
Older woman: She's little.
Younger woman: Tiny.
Older gentleman: And so young. What are you sixteen?
I think they were genuinely trying to be nice, but I haven't gotten the "are you sixteen?" bit since I was in college... certainly not since pimping a minivan with 2 kids in tow.
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