Some people need a brain

Some people need a brain. Or at least a shock collar that zolts them when they are about to speak without thinking.

Last night my family was in the midst of enjoying a nice dinner at Ruby Tuesdays. Little baby Evie was doing great until the end of the meal when she decided it was her turn to munch on some goods. I picked her up out of her car seat and this was the conversation had between Billy, myself, and the lady next to us:

Lady: Oh, she is so cute! How old is she?
Me: She will be 4 months old on Christmas.
Lady: Really? She is so small.
Me: Yeah, she's a peanut.
Lady: How premie was she?
Me: She wasn't. She weighed 9lbs 6 oz.
Lady: Oh, is there something wrong with her?
Billy: That was rude.
Me: Nope, nothing is wrong with her. ( I really wanted to say, what is WRONG with you?)

Really? What is something was 'wrong' with her. What if she was sick, had a birth defect or ailment that was life threatening. Honestly. I know my baby is small. I worry, cry, research and lose sleep over it. There is no answer, as of yet, as to why she isn't gaining weight. It weighs on my heart and I just hope that she is okay.

I wish that the lady at Ruby Tuesday's was there when I went into the car and cried. I wish she was there when I prayed to God again last night that he help Evie grow and gain just a little weight. I wish she knew how much it weighs on me that I fear there might be something "wrong" with her. But mostly I wish (and hope) that I see her again, after Evie's appointment on Wednesday, to let her know my daughter is just fine. (Hopefully!)

If that lady were wearing a shock collar I would have held the button down extra long. Seriously, do some people really just not have brains?