When my son was about 2 years old, my husband and I took him grocery shopping because with two adults we could just barely survive the horrors of bright red car carts and ALL THE MARSHMALLOWS MUST BE OURS. (the last one was mostly me)
In the midst of the sweating and chaos, a middle-aged woman walks up to our family and says, “I just had to stop you to say that your son has the most beautiful eyes.”
Before either of us could muster a thank you to go with our proud looks, she gets right up into my face, staring intently at me, then my husband, then back into me.
She announces, “He has his mom’s eyes,” and walks away leaving behind Scott’s new nickname: “Ol’ Ugly Eyes.”