Referring to Isla, of course

Isla's first Christmas has come and gone and we spent in at home in West Virginia.  During our trip, my mom took Isla to her office to show her off.  While she was giving Isla the grand tour, Barry and I, bored, sat in her office.  While sitting there, I saw mom's camera on her desk so I picked it up and started flicking through the pictures.  What happens next is just weird.

As I was flicking, one of mom's co-workers comes over.  A guy.  I don't know his name or anything.  He's an older gentleman.  He says to Barry, "You sure do have a pretty little woman there."  Referring, of course, to Isla.  Barry says, "Oh, well thanks."  You know, as you would respond normally in those situations.  The guy keeps going on and on about how cute she is.  He's not really talking to me, but I'm there nodding and laughing and being polite all the same as I flick through these pictures.  Since I'm only half listening and half flicking, I try to formulate some conversation to work into Barry and this man's conversation as not to appear rude and I've developed it in my mind, however this is where things go wrong.  What I've formulated in my mind, doesn't quite match up with what comes out of my mouth.  What I've come up with...in my head...was: "If we could only teach her to cook, she would be perfect."  Referring, of course, to Isla.  However, what I ACTUALLY said was, "I don't cook."  Then I proceeded to giggle.   Like a raving lunatic. The guy got a very strange look on his face and just stopped smiling and walked away.  Immediately, I knew what I had said and how it appeared.  Barry's jaw dropped and looked at me.  He uttered the words, "uh, what?"  I had no response.  I just shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't know."  Then, I just kept flicking through the pictures. 

So, basically.  Mom's co-worker...whoever he may be, now thinks that I think he was complimenting me instead of Isla.  That he was complimenting Barry on having a such a cute little woman and that he meant me!  Of course, I knew he wasn't complimenting me...but my idiotic mouth jumbled my words so terribly, that I now appear to be conceited.  But, not only conceited but an idiot lol.  So, the moral of the story...well, it could be a mixture a few things: always pay attention...or don't have children.  Having children, of course, makes you lose your mind.  At least, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.  Oh, and Barry does have a cute little woman and yes I mean me this time.