Luke and I were checking out at the grocery store yesterday morning when the woman checking us out, grabbed Luke’s arm (without asking), looked at his bracelet, and said, “Is he a diabetic?!”
Luke looked like he was about to cry – mostly because the lady grabbed his arm without warning – and I calmly explained to her that he had some severe allergies.
So, then, as we were trapped there, she began asking 1 million questions and nearly driving my boy to tears.
“What can’t he eat?”
“How are you going to send him to school!?!”
“You must be so scared to send him to school.”
“Oh, you poor thing. You can’t eat much, can you??”
“So, what does he eat?”
“So, is he allergic to peanuts?”
“Are you even able to go out to eat ever??”
I tried to keep my cool and brush off her look of panic….I kept trying to change the subject…and I was trying to let her know that she was upsetting Luke but clearly this woman was clueless. Even as Luke was sticking out his bottom lip and burying his head into me, she continued….went on and on….
We couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I think I’m going to make up little cards that say “please stop talking” and just hand them to people like this next time.
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