That’s lovely. I can see why momma bitch was so jealous. 
(I especially like the tags - “big” and “bitch.”)
Hawt.
That’s the best picture ever! And I love the shoes!
Sorry about the Mother. Sounds like my mom. An absolute inability to allow anyone to say anything nice. That an an absolute inability to say anything nice.
I also think you are pretty fabulous, even before I knew you had red shoes.
You are awful. You need several hours of “close body therepy”. Email me your address and leave the red shoes on. I’m almost on my way now.
I have credible sources who say that you’re looking at this the wrong way–every time lobstermobster doesn’t say something offensive to someone in public, God kills a kitten. She doesn’t want that on her conscience, does she?
I’m mean. The second time the little girl complimented me, I would have gotten down at her level, smiled big, and said (quite loudly, so Mom can hear): “You are absolutely beautiful, too sweetheart! You really are beautiful, inside and out. Look over at mom in a dismissive manner I bet you look JUST LIKE your daddy, don’t you sweetie?”
I have no idea why, but hopefully whatever’s going on there doesn’t rub off on her incredibly charming daughter.
Well, send me your address and I’ll pop over with a real life compliment.
<looks up at location>
Err, hmmmm, okay, maybe you have a point.
Hell, my boyfriend is 43 and his mother still tries to do this to him.
Don’t fret about an explanation. Just accept the goodness of the little girl’s compliment for what it was…she thought you looked beautiful, and you undoubtedly did. Whether it was the tights or the red shoes is not important: you struck her as a true beauty on the night, and you should just glory in the niceness of such a description.
What a horrible bitch. If my little girl said that I would have backed her up that you indeed looked nice.
You showed great restaint. I don’t know what I would have said in that situation but I most likely would have done the same as you and slinked into a stall with tears in my eyes.
It was not bad enough she said it in the first place but to repeat it just has me stunned. I can only think she is jealous that her kid never her told her she was beautiful. Now whether she in on the outside has been voided by the person on the inside. What a skag!
Why do some people have to be huge stuffed olives?
Remind me never to piss you off! 
back at you!
lobstermobster is there any chance the mother could have thought her daughter was embarrassing you by complimenting you? That’s the only charitable explanation I can come up with for her comment and it sounds pretty thin, even to me.
I feel sorry for the little girl. She was nice to someone and complimented her and her mother shot her down. Maybe her mother thought it wasn’t appropriate for her to speak to strangers? Maybe she’s complimented the last 20 women she saw wearing red shoes or she’s been nagging her mother about wanting red shoes for Christmas? You asked for explanations, and that’s what I can come up with.
Kids can be fun to interact with. They still have the sense of wonder we adults tend to dismiss. I’m glad you took the compliment as it was intended.
Nolo te bastardes carborundum!
[Don’t let the bastards (or bitches) get you down!]
Maybe the mom thought the kid got too big for her bitches?
Methinks mummy’s jealous cos her daughter never says that to her…
If a child tells you that you look beautiful, then you look beautiful! There’s nowt as honest as a child.
Is that you with the black eye and with the stitch? Because the other photos show you look just fine.
I thought it was, " Everytime someone was an offensive douchebag in public, the devil gets a new pitchfork." or something.
My aunt (by marriage, not blood!) took it a few steps further. Her son didn’t speak until he was four years old. They actually had to take him to a therapist to find out what was wrong with him. It turned out he didn’t speak because she never gave him a chance to…she spoke for him all the time. Poor kid never even got to open his mouth before mom had his answer already out for him.
While my family felt very sorry for my cousin, we also had a good private laugh at my aunt’s expense. Let’s just say we weren’t really surprised by the therapist’s analysis of the problem.
Edited to add: Luckily, it didn’t permanently affect my cousin, who, despite his mother, turned out to be a very modest, well-spoken, upstanding young man. Actually, all of her children have matured into much more sensible adults than their mother…I like to think it’s the better influence of the rest of the family drowning out my aunt’s more unfortunate instincts…
The explanation is obvious. The girl is a Munchkin. She recognized you (accurately) as Dorothy. The Mom is the Wicked Witch of the West. She is jealous of your shoes.
I would run, preferably down a yellow path, collecting strange companions and small dogs as fast as I could, if I were you.
Remember, there’s no place like home…
Maybe the mom feared that it sounded like her daughter was hitting on you?
I dunno, trying to find some humor here - that’s pretty awful.