I totally messed with a mom at the park.
Dez, Eliot and I were at the park in a fairly open space. Eliot was off playing and Dez was crawling around. I'm not really a helicopter-type-of-mom so I was giving Dez some space to explore. Another mom sat next to him on a curb to tie her son's shoe.
Dez was playing with a stick. The mom started looking around. (clearly for Dez's mother.)
She waited a minute. Then looked around the park again. A little more slowly.
Apparently Dez playing with a stick made her nervous so she asked him to give it to her. Once it was safely removed, she started looking around again, a bit more frantically this time.
She was starting to get a little panicky so I walked over.
"Is this your daughter?" she asked urgently.
"No," I said, "that's not my daughter."
=) Which is 100% true, people.