Every time I’m out in the neighborhood without our son, people ask me where he is. Even Rosa, the lady who works on the condo’s maintenance and cleaning crew, asks, “Y el bebe?”
I understand that it’s just friendly banter, like talking about the weather. It’s part of living in a city, in a small neighborhood where everyone knows your business.
But one of these days, I’m going to respond,
“Oh, shit, I knew I forgot something!”
or better yet,
“Oh, he’s at the zoo. I just needed some time to myself.”
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Saying, “What baby?” with a confused look on your face could lead to an intervention with Child Protective Services. Just for shits-n-giggles. Give a call if it turns into a party. I make great Deviled Eggs.
Ha! Whenever people ask me where my kids are… Oh wait – they’re ALWAYS with me. I typically see people I know when I’m at the grocery store and my three are very clearly all with me – stuffed into one shopping cart…usually eating donuts.
But seriously – the only time alone I get is when they are all at school and since the twins have preschool for just a couple of hours, I tend to hole up in my house and enjoy the quiet. Errand running would make sense – but I hate to waste the precious alone time. It’s just as easy to take them with me on errands and stuff them in shopping carts.
Three kids at the grocery store! My nerves are shot just thinking about it.
You are running the wrong errands – think coffee shop or the nail salon
Though yes, I do enjoy the “freedom” of wandering around Whole Foods without the toddler a cart.
Amy