Things That Bamboozle Me

You cannot roller skate in the house she tells my child. Why not? I ask. She is silent. Her mouth gets all prissy. Rose bud like. I would not let him do that if I were you, a stranger advises me. That’s because you are not me, I reply. Not in a mean way. In a nonchalant way. Not snotty. What is wrong with you? The stranger asks me. I am consternated. Confused. Wondering. Why do people think they can control other people? It is a puzzlement to me. Bamboozles me each time.