Today The Boy and I spotted a woman jogging while pushing a baby carriage. I had seen her last week, and strangely, the carriage was empty:
M: Hey, see if she’s got a baby in that carriage.
The Boy: Nope, it’s empty.
M: That’s so creepy. I wonder if her baby’s dead.
The Boy slowly turns his head and stares at me.
M: What? I seriously wonder that. Maybe she went crazy after it died.
The Boy: You scare me Dad.
M: (laughing now) Oh sure, like you weren’t thinking it!
M: (more laughing)
M: (laughing again)
Either he’s going to block it all out and is destined for great things, or he’s chopping me up with an axe when he’s 19. There’s really no middle ground here.
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She was supposed to lose the baby WEIGHT… not the BABY. You and the boy rule.
I shoud try that. Maybe I can get a date or something.
Ok, now that’s really weird. But only because I thought that I was the only one who did that.