I went to Sainsbury’s at the weekend for a few things, hobbing about with my crutches in my trolley and my big grey plastic boot-brace on my gammy foot. As I was going about I had become aware of a small boy of about 3 or 4 years old, following his dad about the shop in a rather distracted way. He looked as if the puffiness of his padded jacket was holding his tiny arms off his body a bit so he mildly resembled a baby penguin. I didn’t pay him a huge amount of attention as I traipsed around the aisles because supermarket shopping isn’t real purposeful walking, and it was making my poor ankle ache terribly.
Anyway, as I stood looking at my shopping list near the bakery items, the little boy appeared in the aisle near me. Then, arm at full stretch he pointed me out to his daddy and said in a loud voice (since daddy was at the end of the aisle, and a fair distance away):
“Look Daddy. That lady has got Something Wrong With Her.”
I pretended I hadn’t heard, and the father coaxed the little boy from me quickly.
I had to smile.
At he least he didn’t say you were fat.
No, there is that.
oh bless him!
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I did that once… pointed to a lady as I remarked on her size. “fat like that mum?” I asked as I pointed. I remember the clip around the ear too!
Get well soon!