Last night we had dinner with some friends of ours who have a beautiful (and energetic) 3-year-old boy. He sat next to me, playing with his toy cars, and occasionally he would say something to me, and sometimes I understood it, and sometimes I didn’t. I notice that when it comes to other people’s kids, I never quite know what to do, or how to interact with them. Or how to talk with them. Like I don’t know how to relate to a three-year old boy. Some friends I have fall right into it. I guess I just don’t know what to talk about with someone who may or may not understand the words coming out my mouth. I guess for some reason I feel that if it’s my own kid, I have “permission” to talk to them in whatever way makes sense to me. Like maybe the down-to-the-wire race for Superdelegates in the Democratic race to the white house. Or the price of tea in China.
Futureson: I apologize in advance for any crazy-looking, stupid sounding, googly-eyed baby voices I use to get you to laugh. I won’t be able to help it. I’ll make sure to record some of it so that I can later prove how much you actually liked it.