so another mommy is coming over this afternoon with her little one so he can play with magnolia. they are thinking of leaving the wee boy with jerm from time to time so they can get some shite done around their house, and she wants to see how they will get along. it really really feels like we are auditioning here. i mean, these parents are great friends of ours, but still, they are entrusting us with the thing they value most in the universe. it's heavy. of course, we are completely capable of taking great care of him, and he and mag will probably have a blast romping around together. but still ... i have a very stage-fright feeling about it. i must have cleaned and rearranged and cleaned again everything in sight three or four times last night. it feels like the last few minutes of the miss america pageant or something. how's my make-up? like, what if their kid doesn't like my kid? or something. or what if my little brat pinches him? or pulls his hair. they will think we are ... dadaDUM ... "bad parents." they wouldn't really think that of us. i don't think. course, they might already think that anyway based on our last outing together. we go to some chinese buffet and we cram the two wee ones into their respective high chairs. i pull magnolia's favorite squeeky walrus out of my pocket, pick the lint off it, and hand it to her. his mommy pulls out a pristine plastic bag filled with various brightly-colored plastic items. she hands him one. he plays with it for awhile and, as all children love to do, drops it on the floor. the toy is swept off the floor and stowed immediately away in the diaper bag. the plastic bag comes back out and a new clean toy is produced and the cycle is repeated. i notice this only AFTER i have picked up said squeeky walrus off the nasty icky dirty public buffet restaurant carpet roughly five or six times, given it the requisite puff of air, and HANDED IT BACK TO MY CHILD. i wanted to crawl under the table right there. i would have, but the floor was just too dirty.
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