My husband and and I were passing through “Depot Town,” which to locals means “historic part of town but not downtown.” And we heard a familiar voice saying “Here comes trouble!” A guy I’ve known for several years was waiting outside to get into a restaurant called Sidetrack. I got to meet his son, whom is nearly 2, for the first time. I took my stuffed cephalopod toy off the ‘biner attached to my purse and dangled it at him. He just kind of…stared at it. I also told his 5 year old daughter that her long blonde hair was “gorgeous” (it really is).
I always feel compelled to whip out toys when I’m around kids! Some kind of lame attempt to be a “rodeo clown?” I honestly don’t know!
I really don’t hate children, I just never wanted any of my own. I’d probably be one of those parents who would leave the baby in the carrier on top of the car, get distracted by a…cute squirrel, dachshund or something – and drive off. I’m not even responsible enough to carry a cell phone (which is why I won’t get a smart phone).
Know your limitations!