It's not like it was Gin and Juice

Scene: Indoor playground area
DJ and I are sitting at the snack tables and as usual, the tables are filled with other moms and kids. No problem. I can mix and mingle.

Here's where things got a little ummmmmm.....

Me: Is anyone sitting here?
Her: No, it's free. You can sit there.
*we're having small talk--what's your kids name, age, you know the usual*

Then I pull out DJ's lunch
Turkey Sandwich
Cheese Stick
Cherry Tomatoes
Juice Box

Then she busts out with:

I don't allow my daughter to drink Juice.

*dead*

After that, the conversation just went downhill.

What was the purpose of her telling me this? Did she want to rub in my face that her kid was drinking from a water bottle?

Rosemarie over at Miscellaneous Matters posted about Motherhood!

I wish I had this quick comeback today! Oh how lovely it would have been to say this with gusto and pride.

"This is ME doing motherhood!"

Instead, I just said, OK. Yes, all I could come up with was, OK. Then I sat there and ate in silence and tried to ignore the 'perfect' mom sitting across from me.

It's not like my son was drinking Gin and Juice.

Geez.

Question: What do you feed your kids for lunch?