What is it with babies and strangers? Maybe it’s a Pennsylvania thing, but people seem to think that carrying around a baby is an invitation to strike up a conversation.
“Is he sleeping well? My kids never slept well. Let me tell you all about the woes that were my nights.” (I’m sorry you had a hard time, strange woman. Please spare me the details.)
“Oooohhh how cuuuuuute! Look at it in the little carrier!” (It? He’s obviously a boy!)
“Is he sleeping through the night? You should put some cereal in his bottle. That will help.” (Hello. No. And he doesn’t drink from a bottle. Thanks for the advice.)
“Oh I remember those days. Cherish this time. It will go so fast. My kids are 14 and 11 and I feel like it was just yesterday that they were that small. Are you having another one? You shouldn’t wait too long so they can play together.” (Yes, time goes fast. Yes, we’ll have another. Thanks for your thoughts about our procreation time frame. We’ll think of you when it’s time.)
Do you think I’ll be like that in 15 years? If I start, please slap me on the forehead and remind me of this post. Thank you in advance.