I used to say I didn't care what people thought.
A big "screw you" to anyone who questioned my hair, my clothes, whatever.
Of course, I cared. You all know that I always care about what others think.
Standing beside my car, shaking my head, playing peek-a-boo and dancing while I put gas in the car is a standard for me now.
People may talk.
I may care that they talk.
But every last one of them would stop to play peek-a-boo with the toddler munching on goldfish (yes, a bribe to be good) if they only saw her for a second.
So screw them for talking.
And not joining us.
That is all.