Pop off!

So I have a bone to pick with a few individuals and I think this may be the appropriate place. Consider it an open letter of sorts.
My baby girl is chubby. I can't deny it, because it is true. It also doesn't bother me. She's chubby, cute, and a super happy baby. What I do have issue with is some of the things people say about her. There is a certain five year old boy that I have clashed with before for calling me chunky. That's another story for another time. His mother was sufficiently horrified, so I have moved on. However about two weeks ago he called my precious baby girl a chunk head. It took every ounce of maturity I could muster to not say, "Oh yeah poo poo face, what of it?"
He's five, so really how mad can you be. This next woman though is just beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

Here is how it all went down. I went to my local Walmart to pick up some essentials and like usual they had an older woman working the door. As I'm loading the kiddies into the cart, she is acting like she is trying to see in the car seat carrier. So when I walk past her, I pause for her to look at my precious bundle of joy. She says, and I kid you not, "What a fatty." You could have knocked me over with a feather. I'm not really into conflict with total strangers, but I totally would have given her the what-for. The only reason I didn't was because I was so flabbergasted I couldn't do anything but keep walking. Seriously speechless. So old hag Walmart greeter- you are on notice.

Here's a picture of what Morgan thinks of being called all these names. It was taken the day she was called a chunk head.