One of the more interesting aspects of my job is...hmm...well, let's call her Judy. She is the devoted grandmother of one of my babies. This particular baby comes only once a week, on Mondays, and Judy always picks her up.
Interactions with Judy are always unique. She has a very...dominating...demeanor. The volume of her voice is permanently set at a level that sounds as though she is trying to have a conversation in a crowded bar on a Saturday night. When she's not talking, her face looks like she's trying to get peanut butter off the roof of her mouth with her tongue.
Like I said, unique, but this most recent Monday, we moved to a whole new level. Judy arrived at about 4:30. She was talking on her cell phone when she flung open the door and yelled "Where my baby at? Where my baby at?" She saw her granddaughter, and came into the room, leaving the door wide open, oblivious to the fact that three babies were crawling rapidly towards the newly discovered escape route. She stopped in the middle of the room and started raising the roof with her hand that wasn't clamping her phone to her ear. "It's Granny! It's Granny! Granny's in da house! Granny's in da house! Granny's in da house! Hey, girl! I'm picking up my grandbaby. Hey, Boo! Come here, Boo! My God, y'all got babies up in here!"
Having a strange woman suddenly standing in the middle of our room screaming was, understandably, startling for some of the babies. One of them started to cry and crawl frantically towards me, her eyes pleading and wide. Judy's response was "Oh, you shut up over there, crying for no reason." I, with much restraint, replied "I think you startled her." I was ignored, as Judy had decided to continued with her phone call, bark orders at my coworker, admire the other babies in the room, and make nonsense noises at them.
So what follows is pretty much verbatim.
"No, man, no. Where her pacifier at? I don't know. When you coming? You coming, right? When you coming? Oh, you on Facebook? I don't really know how to do that. Oh, look at these babies! Look at that little Chinese baby over there! They even got Asian babies in here! Look at you, girl! Doo doo doo da da blah blah blah! Deedeedeedeedeedeedee! My name be Kitty Katrice on Facebook. I be too scared to put my name on there. I ain't got no pictures or nothing. Where's her pacifier? Nothing on there. Kitty Katrice. Yeah, man, I be on there, but I don't know what I'm doing. Ooooooh! Look at that little black-ass baby over there. Just black as he can be! Hey, man! Hey, man! Deedeedeedeedee! Are all her bottles in there, girl? I've got three friends on Facebook, man. Look at that little black girl trying to get away from me! She saying 'Who that loud woman over there?' Oh, girl!"
At this point, one of the other parents enters, to pick up her "little Chinese baby".
"Ooooohhh, girl! That your baby? She so cute. Ooooh, you tiny, girl! I be talking to her, making her smile! She so cute! She so little! They got Asian babies in here! They got black babies in here! They got everything! It be a rainbow up in here! Yeah, man, you look me up on Facebook."
She, having had all of her granddaughter's items diligently collected by my coworker, buckled the baby into the car seat and made her way towards the door. Since we have a no shoe policy in the baby room, the other parent's shoes were by the door.
"Girl, look at these little shoes! That shoe disappears when I put my foot over it! These your shoes, girl? Little Asian shoes! Oh, my God, it be a rainbow up in here. Bye all you babies. You all have babies everywhere in here! Y'all have a good week ladies! Bye, now! It be a rainbow in there, man."
Then, in a whirlwind of blue flip-flops and black weave, she was gone, leaving us convulsing with the laughter we were trying so hard to hide.