Then it came to me.
I was in there with Naveen a few weeks ago exchanging an outfit he received because the sizing was all wrong. It was a summer outfit that would fit him in the middle of next winter.
There we were, walking through the store, stopping to look at ladies' dresses (we have a wedding to attend next week), housewares (I'm looking for a shelving solution for the space next to the fridge) and then moving onto the second floor to infant wear.
And do you know that not one person commented on how cute my little Naveen was? Not any of the middle aged female sales associates, not a single one of the 900 seniors that were milling about trying on overpriced shoes and overcoats who I'm certain were grandparents to infants like him. Not one person.
At one point I wanted to approach a group of grandmas passing by who didn't so much as take a second look at my sweet baby (who could easily star in a Gap ad or be the Gerber baby if you ask me) and say:
Excuse me! Are you blind? Do you not see this adorable perfect child? Is there a reason you're not stopping to tell me how unbelievably gorgeous he is??
Even when I had found the right size and waited for 20 minutes so that the sales associate could figure out how to do a straight exchange of the exact same item, no one so much as uttered awww he's really cute or even he looks brand new.
At least at Walmart people know a cute baby when they see one .