Yesterday, I took Reagan and Grant to the chiropractor. Always an adventure and I'm usually sweating by the time we all get back out to the van... yesterday was no exception.
We were waiting for our turn to go back when a bigger-type guy came in. He had a big red-ish beard and mustache looked kind of like a biker-type. He was wearing a flannel shirt, black jeans, and had a lycra skullcap with like these tie things hanging down from it. I barely noticed him until Reagan looked up from her coloring book and said, "That's a bad guy, Mommy." and then looked back down and continued to color. Oh man, Reagan... how do I explain to her not to say stuff like that??
I don't think the guy heard her - at least for everyone's sake he pretended he didn't hear her and he came and sat down two chairs away from where she was coloring. He smiled at her and said hi, she kind of smiled back and I thought everything was ok -- see? he's not a bad guy...
Until Reagan looked up at me and said "That's a scary guy, Mommy!" Oh geez, Reagan. The guy laughed, but my face was red as I said (a little too cheery), "Rea-gan, he's not scary!" to which she said "Yes he is, Mommy."
Reagan, Reagan, Reagan... I waited a couple minutes and then apologized to the guy before I asked him if he had kids. He said yes, so I assumed he wasn't too offended...
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