Wait, what were we talking about?

Conversation I had with another mom while Eli and her daughter were in swim class:

Other Mom: So you have an older son too? And then Eli and Zuzu?
Julie: Yep. And I’m pregnant.
Other Mom: Wow! You’re pregnant! When are you due? [Which I mishear as “What did you do?”]
Julie: I don’t know! How did it happen? Crazy, right? I don’t know WHAT we did!

At which point the conversation pretty much ended because I was talking nonsense.

Comments (7)

  1. Lisa van Oosterum December 2, 2009 at 9:56 pm

    Words can not describe how much I love this post. Especially the moment after the conversation when you must be listening back to the conversation in your head and figuring out what happened. I can’t stop giggling.

  2. Julie December 3, 2009 at 3:04 pm

    I know, Lisa! I am so classic for mishearing things and bungling the conversation from that point forward. I think it has made me more confident, because I know longer care if people think I’m a weirdo.

    Last week Sutswana’s husband Tim told me that Miranda was staying home because of a “bad cough” which I misheard as “bad paw” (she had her hand in her pocket at the time), so I said, “Oh no! What happened to your PAW?” and they all looked at me like I was insane.

  3. emily December 3, 2009 at 3:54 pm

    yesterday I followed a child and her nanny into their building (because wylie was chasing her) and then she gestured the “come here” signal (she speaks spanish–only), and I thought she meant “come for a playdate for a little bit” and we rode up the elevator together with her looking at me funny the whole time and then she said, sort of quesioningly, “bye?” and got out, whereupon i realized that I’d been a total idiot and she wasn’t inviting us she was jsut showing me where the two had disappeared to OH GOD. we rode the elevator down again with me explaining to wylie how maybe someday when we were invited we’d play over at savannah’s house…geez. and so social confusion and awkwardness and terror is passed from one generation to the next.

  4. Lisa van Oosterum December 3, 2009 at 9:15 pm

    OK, now I don’t know which story I like better.

  5. Julie December 3, 2009 at 9:39 pm

    Oh, Emily’s is much better! There’s so much more at stake in that one. Mine was a one-minute exchange. But riding the elevator! Ack! But really, she DID make the come-here gesture. It wasn’t your fault.

  6. emily December 4, 2009 at 11:28 am

    thank you. at pick up yesterday at school, the afternoon following the Incident, I managed to not die of embarrassment when I saw savannah’s nanny waiting too. but she, I must admit, took a probably unnecessary trip to the bathroom to escape me. so I WIN! no. no one wins. thank god for time.

  7. Lisa December 7, 2009 at 9:39 pm

    I always come to this website at the end of my very stressful days…I can’t stop laughing. And I’m laughing with you, not at you…I’ve had my share of bizarre social missteps…thanks for sharing!

    Lisa, Saco mom

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