"You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile." - Third of Five/Hugh, Star Trek: The Next Generation episode "I, Borg
I think I am being assimilated. The other night I was standing in front of our apartment talking to Michaela on the phone (because reception is so poor here, I often go outside to chat on the phone). It was about 10:30pm. Hannah was asleep in the bedroom, the room nearest the street. This car pulled up and started honking, and honking, and HONKING. Often car services will honk twice to announce their arrival to their customers. This guy was honking to get his friend to come down. I walked over and yelled "Hey buddy, my kid's sleeping over there. Use your phone!" Michaela was freaking out, convinced I was about to get shot. I didn't even think of that. I was just mad that this guy was so inconsiderate and I was going to give him a talking to for it.
Also, I have mentioned before that Hannah still rides in the AWESOME stroller Paul got me a couple of years ago. She rides in there for several reasons, not the least of which is to help me get her and our stuff where we need to go. We often walk at least a few miles a day. Now that I am wearing Elijah, people seem to think it's OK to tell my 6 year old that she's too big for the stroller. I think they think they are taking up for me, that Hannah's in Elijah's spot or something. They don't know that one of my absolute favorite things in the world is wearing babies and that I wore Hannah until her feet drug the ground. Anyway, I have selected my response for the next time this happens - "Whattah you? Duh strolluah police? Don't tawlk to my kid about tings you don't unduhstand."
Don't worry, if I were truly being assimilated, there would be a couple of F bombs thrown in there for emphasis. And Paul says I've always been like this but I have to behave myself in The South. Paul says, "You aren't being assimilated, you've found your people."