The following describes mine and Madison's typical encounter with a stranger in Walmart:
Stranger: "Awe, look at that all of that pretty red hair."
Me: "Thanks!", trying to squeeze our cart past theirs in the never quite wide enough aisle.
Stranger: "I bet you had a lot of heart burn, didn't you?"
Me: "Ha ha, not really. I figured she was going to be bald" (said from rote; I've repeated this phrase probably 37 bajillion times)
Stranger: "Where do you think she got the red hair from?"
Me: "Umph" (that pesky cart still won't quite fit), "We haven't been able to figure it out! I guess you never know, huh?"
Stranger: in baby voice "Where did you get that red hair, huh?"
Me: "Well, have a good day!"
Stranger: "You, too! Anyway, what's her name?"
But that's okay; I've got a plan for our next stranger encounter. It's gonna go something like this:
Stranger: "Awe, look at that pretty red hair."
Me: smiling apologetically, "No hablo ingles."
Have a good day!