We were at the park yesterday afternoon and Nori was chattering away, as she does, asking questions, ("Why is Charlie doing that mommy?") and making declarations ("I want to wear my hat"). A woman overheard our exchange and asked, in that I just had to ask tone, "How old is she?" I replied, "Two, almost two and a half." The woman half nodded with relief and replied,"Oh she is so tiny. I thought she was younger." I laughed and jokingly said, "Yes, she probably looks like a little genius." To which she replied, "Well my daughter was talking at 9 months so that's what made me ask.." At which point the conversation was over but continued in my head.
"9 months, really? Wow that must have been really annoying. Did you just come from tennis lessons or do you always wear a short white skirt to the park to read Style magazine from the shady bench? Sorry to run, but I have to go now and chase after my son who is kissing the bronze statue of the little boy to whom this park is dedicated and stop my genius daughter from eating the mulch."
Hopefully my face was not gesticulating wildly during my inner dialogue. I wonder now about her motives in striking up the conversation. I guess it was not really a conversation at all, but really a fact finding mission, or a competition for which I forgot to pay the entrance fee. She didn't seem to be looking for a doubles partner. Maybe she was between fads in her magazine.
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