After taking my daughter to
my wife’s work for a breastfeeding session, Von Bebe and I went to Target to
pick up a couple of things. So I get to
the store, put her in the Mei Tai and we’re off.
Baby in Mei Tai, diaper bag over shoulder and
red Target basket in hand I head towards the baby section for more Dr. Brown’s
glass bottles. I noticed a nice looking family;
2 parents and their two kids. The
youngest was in the shopping cart while the older sister was of toddler age and
staying close to mom who was pushing the cart.
Just a warning, I’m about to get really
judgmental here which is unfair of me since I don’t know all the facts. But this is what I saw and heard.
The mother and two kids were near me as we
were both shopping for baby stuff. The
daughter and mother were haggling with each other about what to get. This added a new dimension to the term
“whining”. (The daughter was pretty bad, too)
If I stuck around much longer, I’d swear somebody was going to mention
needing power converters from Toshi Station.
(Let me know if you get that reference)
Then I see the husband walking up and down
every aisle of the store talking on his cell phone… very loudly. Again, I don’t know the details of the phone
conversation so maybe he had a good reason to wander away from his family. Maybe the guy was dealing with a family
emergency. But his body language didn’t
suggest anything so desperate.
Then it reminded me of an article I read
recently about husbands of a certain… type.
Here
it is from the blog People I Want to
Punch in the Throat. Yes, this guy
struck me as a douchey dad.
I like these people. They make me feel so much better about
myself.
Meanwhile, Von Bebe has been
joining us at the dinner table for a week or two, now. She can even sit up on her own for a few
second at a time, too.
