The other day I realized I'd been watching too many comedians when I ran across two incidents that seemed like they would fit in a stand-up routine.
As I put Desmond in the car after a visit to grandma's I congratulated him on staying awake the whole way there. It's a block. Like maybe 3 minutes if we get stuck behind a tractor. But usually he's asleep by the time we make it to the end of our drive way. And it occurred to me that to infants, cars must seem like teleportation devices. You get in, then the next thing you know you're across town at Starbucks (mommy needs her Frappichino) or in the freezer section of Wal-Mart. It's like magic. What a let down when you stay awake the whole way and realize the truth.
Melissa and I were buying ice at Wal-Mart when I decided to wanted to grab a parenting magazine since I only subscribe to one right now. I found one. One magazine. I examined the cover, decided it looked good and then looked for more options. I walked all the way down the row. There were no more. There were two magazines about chickens. And like six on fishing. But one on parenting. It doesn't give me hope for the future. For the future of chickens perhaps...
Then when I got home I realized I must have the unavoidable "baby-brain" syndrome because when I sat down to read my new parenting magazine I opened it up and discovered it's the one I subscribe to and I'd already read the whole thing.
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