About a boy or actually a girl...

Addy and I went grocery shopping today and 2, count em' 2 old men mistook her for a boy. Granted, she doesn't have a ton of hair yet and could possibly be mistaken for a boy if she was wearing a gender neutral color, such as yellow or green. However, the outfit she was wearing was a pink onesie with flowers and butterflies on it and purple pants. The second old man that thought she was a boy was standing behind me in the checkout line and said, "How old is he?" To which I replied, "It's actually a she." He then proceeded to bring his cart up next to mine (oh dread!) and tell me that he has two daughters and one is a "multi, multi millionaire." He also told me that his daughter's husband is a successful TV executive and then said, "Maybe you've seen him on TV, he's the juice man." I said I hadn't and he continued on (double dread!) about how his daughter and her husband have all these great business ventures, and all this money and bought him a new car with some of it. He then said, "Yeah you never know what they'll grow up to be like, my other daughter's just poor." Which I thought was a pretty rude thing to say about your own daughter. After today I'm convinced that I have a sign on my back, only visible to old folks and really weird people that says, "Please, come talk to me." It seems that they always chose to approach me, which I normally have no problem with. Unless they mistake my daughter for a son or have to yammer on telling me stories about their own daughters fortunes and misfortunes.