I See Little People

I swear there were not this many children in the world before my daughter was born.

From the moment my wife got pregnant I was suddenly very aware that children are kind of everywhere: at the bagel store, at the grocery store, event at some bars.  I guess this shouldn’t have surprised me, but it was surprising how all of a sudden, I noticed them all the time. Not only that, but I got that kind of goofy warm fuzzy feeling knowing that would soon be me pushing the stoller around the streets of my neighborhood or walking through the bookstore with the baby hanging off of me in the bjorn. Yep, a picture of 30-something breeder happiness that hasn’t worn off yet.

It is possible, of course, that I notice children more often now that I go to places not only frequented by families and children but also at the times that we are out and about.  That’s right, hungover twenty-something brunchers, young parents like their Bloody Marys and frittatas as much as you but our brunch hour is 10:00am, which is roughly four hours after I wake up.  We go to dinner at 5:00 because we’re putting kids to bed at 8:30. We take the subways after or before rush hour so the kid doesn’t get trampled.  Which means our paths never cross.

So, remember that the babies are out there. You just have to know where to look.

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