Sunday, January 24, 2010

No Alcohol Without A Permit. Dogs Must Be On A Leash. No Talking.

Audrey and I took a Saturday morning outing to the park to feed the ducks, ride our scooter, and buy something besides organic dog biscuits at the famers' market. As the only dad at the playground for a couple hours, I tried to keep to myself. However, I did meet another nice dad and his daughter there. His daughter tried oh-so-valiantly to be friendly with my kid, but what the little girl didn't know is that we're there to play, not to socialize. Watching a five-year-old and a three-year-old having a conversation is like watching the conversation that you wished you had at work everyday.
"My name is Jessica."
"My name is Audrey."
"Do you want to be friends?"
"No, that's ok. I already have two friends."
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"My little brother's name is Maxwell."
"My mom only has one kid because there are no more eggs in her belly."
"Oh. I have to go pee."
Way to shut her down when she got a little too personal, Audrey. It's not kid-Facebook. It's the playground.

2 comments:

  1. hahahaha, audrey is strictly business when it comes to playing. the organic dog biscuit lady is nice! she always gives stella free treats and has water out for doggies. even though i love his products, i still think dr. hummus is a tool though.

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  2. Dr. Hummus always puts the hard sell on when you walk by, like you are walking down the strip in Vegas. Chill, doc. It's just chick peas after all.

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