Hello Tootsie

So the other day Chasey-poo (yes, I actually call him that and no it isn't strange) and I were at the store.  Chase was sitting in his stroller and was clearly bored but it’s not like I didn't provide him with adequate entertainment.  I provided him with a snack size bag of Cheetos (I say that like it wasn't the size of his head) and my phone to play Stupid Zombies.

He must have devoured all of his Cheetos and passed every level of the game because he got bored and decided to strike up conversations with nearby strangers.  He told a teenage girl he liked the color of her shirt; of course it was pink.  He asked another woman why she had orange hair (actually, I was glad he asked- I was wondering the same thing- but she didn't answer).  After she didn't respond, he announced that he likes curly hair (go figure).  But all of those conversations were normal (and only fifty percent were offensive).

Then, I saw that Chase made eye contact with a gentleman walking towards his stroller.  My heart started to beat faster because I could sense Chase was waiting until the gentleman got closer to blurt something out, which would probably be inappropriate and I knew I didn't have time to cover his mouth.  Chase waited until the gentleman was in clear hearing distance (he has great timing like that) and greeted him with a, “Hello Tootsie.” 

I thought to myself, “Oh crap, how am I going to pretend like this didn't just happen?”  The guy stopped, his face became the color of a tomato and he power walked away from us in the other direction- luckily, he was the one who pretended this didn't happen.  I knew after this greeting, we needed to scram… so scram we did.  I pushed Chase's stroller right out the door and headed home; where no one, besides family- who hardly judges him- can hear his speak.  

I still have no idea why my child continuously hits on gentleman in public places, but it’s starting to worry me…