Baby Blase

I have no idea where it comes from, but, somewhere deep down ingrained in my psyche, the desire to relieve Marc from taking care of the kid kicks in every once in a while. I will be cleaning the kitchen while they are playing in the living room and I will find myself calling to the other room, “Are you OK in there? Want me to take over? Give you a break?” As if it’s my duty to care for the child and Marc should be reclined in his easy chair drinking a martini while he waits for his nightly candlelit dinner.

I had one of these moments this weekend and Marc answered back, “Are you kidding? I love hanging out with this kid!”

That may just have been one of the best moments of my life.

Listening: Harlem Shakes