Ajimaphobia

That's what it's called when you're too terrified to leave your house, right? We have these lovely ajimas, or Korean housekeeping ladies, who mop the hallways and keep the common areas tidy. They are sweet, soft-spoken women with a nod and smile for all. Doesn't sound too scary, does it?

But they have another, more sinister, self-appointed duty and they take it very seriously indeed. If you step outside your door, they're on you like white on rice, especially if you are accompanied by your aigee, or baby. And they have very definite ideas about acceptable clothing choices. Going outside without gloves on your kids? Not so fast, sister! Wait for your scolding: 'Baby cold! Baby cold!' in a tone I would reserve to tell someone her baby had burst into flames. Then you may proceed as she finishes clucking fretfully behind your back.

Sadly and scarily for me, my particular 'baby' is getting onto two now, and has apparently decided clothes are the devil. I, on the other hand, am very confident that the ear piercing howls that result from him not getting his way are the devil, or at least a reasonable facsimile, so I just let him run around with a diaper on, as long as we are not leaving the building. He would prefer going totally commando but I do have some standards, you know. Maybe I should start calling them substandards. Whatever they're called, believe me when I say mine do not meet with ajimapproval. So, I am reduced to crouching behind my door, peering out the peephole until the coast is clear, and then we run, run like the wind.
Catch us if you can, ajimazis!