Why fight what you are? I have always been judgy. Some have found it charming, annoying, funny or all of the above. I try not to let my judgements guide my actions. They are there.

Sunday, we had a a family day at Kidspace Museum in Pasadena. It’s a great way to kill a Sunday. The kids are supposed to mess with the exhibits! Lulu was fascinated by the cafe for bugs. Axel was mostly interested in trikes and pouring water. I went to the cafe for humans to get a soda. The cafe is associated with Wolfgang Puck because it’s Los Angeles. There is an attractive mommy, mid-30’s, in line in front of me. She has on Paige Jeans, Fit-Flops and a Target shirt. Like me. I am comforted that we are of the same tribe. She orders. “I’ll have the Chin-o-sis salad.” She said CHIN-O-SIS. Sounds like Trichonosis. Which you would know if you went to college in the 80’s or nineties. The guy behind the counter repeats it. A CHIN-O-SIS salad. I look up at the menu. It says, “Chinois Salad.” All I know in French is how to order a chocolate croissant and find a bathroom. I do have enough sense to know that is a fancy way of saying Chinese Chicken Salad. It starts. I feel somehow better than this woman because I can say Chinois. That’s why I’m kind of a bitch. So I shoot a smile at the Chin-o-sis lady. Maybe she has Trichonosis?