“I just have one.”
Those words came out of my mouth today and I instantly wanted them back. It happens occasionally. Usually when I have someone assuming that two children that are physically present are both mine and I correct them. But then it always feels wrong. Sure, only one of the two kids you are looking at is mine, but I have two children. But how do you go back and explain it? It’s always a stranger. Sometimes I correct myself. “Actually, I have two, but only one of these is mine.” Or something of the sort.
Today it was inline for an inflatable slide at an elementary school carnival. The person taking tickets told me to bring my 2 kids forward. But of course only O was with me. And I said it. Without thinking I said those words I hate so much. I stopped in my tracks. Reeling. But before I could open my mouth to say anything she was off helping another family.
“I have two.” I wanted to say. “I have two.”