Rob and I went to a children's bookstore today, since everyone we know has had a kid in the past year. And if they haven't yet, they are about to. I am not kidding: 11 children have been born to our friends this year, with 3 more on the way.
I like to give books to the new babies. And Books of Wonder on 18th Street is a fantastic place, where they can recommend all sorts of perfect books depending on what kind of personality your new week-old friend may have. For shy babies, there are books on increasing confidence. For crazy babies, there are books about deep breathing techniques. For babies who like to entertain, there are books about barbecuing.
None of that is true. Except the part about the bookstore being great. They also do gift wrap.
On our way out of the store, Rob glanced back and said, "I'm not sure about having bookstore kids."
"Excuse me?" I asked, not sure exactly what a "bookstore kid" was.
"I was looking at those bookstore kids back there," he explained. "And if we have kids who hang out in bookstores, I guess that's ok. But I want them to be like...the coolest kids in the bookstore."
"You know. The bullies of the bookstore."
"You want our kids to be the bullies of the bookstore?"
"Yeah. The strongest kids in there."
"You know this is going on the blog."
"No, it's not."
"Yes. Yes it is."
"The blog is not a place for you to 'out' me."
"Evidently you misunderstand the purpose of the blog."