I was at Goodwill today (I hate Goodwill by the way) looking at some books, holding my sleeping baby in one arm, browsing through books with the other. An older lady walks by me and says, ” Don’t you wish you had something to carry him in?” I blankly said, “No. I like holding him.”
She then proceeds to tell me how she held her granddaughter for two hours once. Her arms were sore and she was waiting for her son and it started raining and I stopped listening…
Then she said this: “He’s a husky little guy.”
I have no idea what she meant by this, so I just smiled. I didn’t say “thanks,” or “you think so?!” or, “I know! Isn’t he?!” I just smiled and she got the notion to continue about her goodwill shopping business. So here I am thinking, what the heck is a husky? My son is a husky? Hm.
I get home and enter “husky” into google which brings me to Wikipedia- the free encyclopedia. It says, “Husky is a general term for several breeds of dogs used as sled dogs. Because of the strength and stamina, the name “husky” is used extensively for sport mascots…”
That was the only definition. A dog. Is she calling my son a dog? A strong baby? A mascot?
what. the heck.