Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Things You Shouldn't Let the Neighbors See
Let me explain.
Master P and I are now regulars at our local grocery store, kind of how I used to be at my post-work happy hour spot except infinitely more boring. Anywhoodle, the butcher came running up to us the other day to say hello & offer my wee CEO, renowned fan of balloons, the nearest one. The Anonymous Husband & I giggled at the time but didn't think much of how others might view a young (old) couple strolling around the store with a "SALE" display attached to their toddler.
I just want to clarify - as I just did to our nervous babysitter, who kindly pretended that this was all normal - that, temped as I may be given the discipline challenges we've been having here at Pretty HQ, Master P is not in fact for sale. Not today, at any rate. I may, however, print this photo & throw it in that baby book I'm allegedly keeping up-to-date just for safekeeping or until he reaches adolescence . . .