Continuing with yesterday's story...
We are all pretty happy about the shop's name change. Tapicería El Boy. Named after our son. (Our only son at that time.) Hubby had new business cards and receipts printed up for the shop. Everything was going smoothly and business was booming.
Since most people knew that we lived 3 houses down from the shop, customers would knock on my in-law's door looking for Hubby when the shop was closed. Which is very common practice in Small Town, Mexico.
One day, Hubby and my in-laws had to leave for the day. As did my dentist brother-in-law. That left me home alone with Hope and Nick, attending to customers and patients. (In case you're new to the blog, my dentist brother-in-law works out of the second floor of my in-law's home.) We had just finished eating lunch when someone knocked on the door. I figured it was one of my brother-in-law's patients who was late for an appointment. I opened the door and asked the gentleman what he wanted.
The man, who was in his mid 30's asked if El Boy was home.
This simple question completely startled me. Why was a 35 years old man asking about my 2 year old son?
Being the protective mother that I am, I was very defensive and asked him what he wanted with my son?
The man looked at me almost as shocked as I was, then asked if I was El Boy's mother? To which I answered, "Yes."
The man, who looked even more confused, shook his head in disbelief and said, "Wow! You look really good! You must have been very young when you married. I never would have guessed that you were his mother."
At this point I was thinking, "Okay Mister, small talk and flattery is nice, but it's not going to get you anywhere near my son!" But before I could say anything, the man then commented that I must also be El Dentista's (the dentist's) mother.
What??? I was really confused!
I quickly explained to the gentleman, that the dentist was my brother-in-law, NOT my son!
Then, in a cartoon-like, light bulb moment, we both realized our confusion.
It turns out that the man thought El Boy was my Hubby's nickname. I quickly explained that it was actually our son's nickname, and then we started laughing all over again at the confusion.
Never in a million years did it cross our minds that people might think that El Boy was Hubby's nickname. And now, when someone asks for El Boy, I always make sure to ask, "Which one?"