Today, walking with my daughter home from school, a lady decided to make a comment, give a warning actually, because my daughter was walking on her toes.
The funny thing is that her cousin actually has a problem that caused him to walk on his toes. He has to wear big plastic boots when he is sleeping. My daughter doesn’t have this problem. However, thanks to the MIL, my husband gives her a hard time when she walks on her toes. And you can probably guess what happens when you give a 4-year-old an unnecessary hard time about something… they do whatever it is you are concerned about as much as they can when you are not looking.
If we had been in NYC, I probably would have inquired about how many children this woman had pushed out and then told her to shove her concerns up her a**. But trying to be the good Brazilian, I explained that she had just gotten done with a ballet class (my daughter was wearing a leotard and a tutu). I acknowledged her concerns. I then told her that she might want to get rid of that tattoo on her arm because it makes her look like a hoodlum.
Ok, so I didn’t say that to her. Give me a few more months of becoming Brazilian.