Like clock work... I know the baby conversation is soon to follow every baby encounter. I feel like a broken record. The script is always the same, "we have a plan and we ARE getting closer to NBC day." She knows this, yet for some reason she still brings it up like its the first time we're discussing it. I dunno, maybe babies generate some electromagnetic pulse that affect the portions of a woman's brain that control memory (and logic).
It's funny... before Mylo, Jennifer had never even had a puppy. When we got him, a week hadn't passed before she wanted to get rid of him because the stress of house training him was too much. It took Mylo a couple weeks to develop the anal aptitude to control his bowel movements. It's going to take a baby YEARS. When she brings up how awesome babies are, I try to remind her of things like this.
Well, we have these two engaged friends, Christopher and Anna, who do a Sunday school thing at church for 4th and 5th graders. It's called Club 45. C and A were both scheduled to be in NYC over the weekend, so they needed us to sub for Club 45. I'm not a huge fan of groups of kids in that age range, but it was a win-win. I got to help someone as part of my building kindness, AND more importantly, Jennifer was submerged in a situation that should make any sane person less excited about children.
While in NYC, C and A came across this sign and thought of us.
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