For instance, when finding out that I am about to have a second boy, these weirdos imply that I should be sad that I didn't get a girl this time. What is the sense in that?
Or, when considering the size of my giant belly, these people have asked if I'm sure I'm not having twins.
While we expectant mamas are often the targets of thoughtless, stupid, or intrusive questions and comments, I've found another category of human that shares this same misfortune:
Old men with long, white beards!
The punk and I were enjoying a leisurely lunch at the Costco deli when two sets of strangers joined us on nearby benches. These two couples began conversing with each other, and I, having nothing to distract me besides the task of cutting up the punk's pizza, had no real choice but to witness their conversation. They talked about where they lived and what they were doing at the Murray Costco, and then Mrs. Bandana asked Mr. Whitebeard, "So, are you a Santa Claus at Christmastime?"
He snorted and then grunted, "No." His wife then came to his rescue with an excuse: "He's not good with children."
So, are we all clear about the rules?
1) All mothers should be disappointed if their first two children are of the same sex AND
2) All bearded men are expected to dress in furry red felt in December and let scores of snotty kids sit on their laps.