So I had a bit of quiet yesterday shopping at Coles as Harry had gone to sleep(which he never does)and I was at the counter when the lady at the counter engaged me in conversation.
NB. I see this lady all the times at Coles, she smokes like a trooper and I see her texting in her lunch break with a plate for one from the local chicken shop,
But I digress. She looked at the pram where I had covered Harry up,
"Is that your baby?"
I thought, well if it isn't then someone is missing something.
"Yes, this is my child!"
"How old?"
"Three months........"
I gingerly lift the scarf covering Harry,hoping he's still asleep.
And there he is, fast asleep, little gem that he is.
"Ah, he looks like a porcelain doll."
Excuse me?
"His skin is all white and shiny. I collect porcelain dolls you know.......
Pause......
"I haven't got any baby ones though......
Longer pause, should I say something?
"Actually I do have one baby, it's a crying baby....not like yours."
Yes, thanks-you. Your crying porcelain baby doll is nothing like my baby.
I think she forgot to take her meds that morning.
