Not a Carlos story because he’s been extra busy this week,
but a story about me, and how I relate, or actually don’t relate, to children,
well, babies.
A co-worker has a new baby about nine months old and for
some reason she brought him into work the other day, carrying him around and showing
him off like a prizewinning pie at a state fair. I don’t goo-goo at babies; and
the only reason people trot out these infants is for people to say how beautiful
their babies are. I was walking down the hallway when I heard her say:
“That’s Bob. Say Hi to Bob.”
I pretended not to hear. I mean, the kid can barely form a
fist and cannot form a word, and she thinks he can say ‘Hi.’ I kept walking. I
stopped in to speak with another co-worker, Dillon, and was telling him that
this woman had brought The Baby into work. He also doesn’t know what to say
when people show you their infant children, and we were laughing about seeing
the baby and simply saying:
“Hello.”
Sand then suddenly The Baby is in the office with mama and
she says:
“Oh, here’s Dillon and Bob. Say ‘Hey!’”
I turned and before I could even get out my droll, ‘Hello,’
Dillion walks up, fist bumps the baby and says:
“How ya doin’, little dude? I love your sweater. And that’s
a cool haircut.”
From under the bus I said:
“Hello.”
Note to the world: unless I’m related to the child I am
really not interested in seeing The Baby. |