This afternoon, we went to the pool without water or snacks because I was so distracted by Draco Malfoy's ill-treatment of Harry Potter in the train car in book six that I simply couldn't properly pack the pool bag. I mean, yes, I had my copy of book six as well as a random plastic dinosaur in the bag, but no food or water.
The whining began an hour into swim time.
So we promised them ice cream if the Good Humour man returned. Which, of course, he did, because he must make half his money off of parents who are so distracted from rereading JK Rowling's tale that they can't move the goldfish crackers already ensconced in a ziplock bag from the counter to the pool bag.
Josh went out with the twins to see what $5 could buy with my added plea to make the money stretch far enough to purchase a vanilla ice cream bar encased in chocolate for me.
As I was watching from my pool chair, daydreaming about my ice cream treat and that brilliant Hermione Granger who has memorized every damn potion in the world, two middle-aged women paused in front of my chair and stared at me.
"Are you a physician?" one asked.
"No, I'm sorry," I said, not really sure why I was apologizing except that I felt badly if they wanted medical advice and I couldn't provide it.
"Are you sure you're not a physician?" she asked again.
I sat up a little. "Is someone hurt?"
"No, it's just that I've been looking at you since you arrived and I really think I saw you on television a few weeks ago. It was a physician, talking about a book..."
"About infertility?" I asked.
"Yes! That was it! A book about infertility."
"That was me," I admitted. "But I'm not a physician. I'm just an infertile woman."
"Oh," she said.
And then no one spoke. I mean, they continued to stand there and I continued to sit there, but the conversation was over. So I just said, "well, now."
And one of them said, "well, we were right. We saw you."
And then Josh returned with the twins and only two ice cream treats because apparently $5 does not go very far in Good Humour land. Unless you are female and you go back out to the Good Humour truck and smile brightly and ask what you can get for the remaining $1 and have him give you an ice cream sandwich to share with your husband because you are kind and thoughtful, even if you are not a physician.