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MOTHERS

Once I heard a mother on the subway say to her toddler, If you walk away one more time, I’m going to punch you in the leg. The kid kept smiling.

Today my son is sitting on my lap at school in the morning, and a boy gets close to us, points to my son’s belly and names him over and over.

My son slaps him softly across his face.

No hitting! That’s not ok! He was being nice. We don’t hit. Are you ok? The boy looks the same as ever. Dopey, gentle, fine.

I know people are judging me as a mother all the time.