The other day Lauren and I took Maxfield to the Barnes and Noble so Max could play with the Thomas Train set. (For the purposes of scientific study, Max did not poop. We are currently at a total of 6 trips to libraries or bookstores with 3 incidents since my last post about this.) While we are there we met a few other kids and their parents. As these types of things go there is the usual exchanging of statistical information about the kids.
“Oh how old is he? Trevor you must share.”
“Max will be two in March. How old is Trevor? Max give Nick the red one. You already have five trains.”
“Trevor is three. Is Nick your only one? Trevor play nice.”
“Yes Nick is 13 months old and we are expecting in June. Don’t put you mouth on that Nick.
And so on.
We had a good conversation with Nick’s parents and after discovering that Nick’s mom and Lauren are due at the same time they decided to exchange contact information for a possible playgroup.
We left the store and were continuing the conversation by our cars. Lauren and Nick’s Mom were over by their car when Nick’s Dad approached me at my car and asked me about our mini van. They were shopping for one and wanted to know how I felt about the KIA. I explained the pros and cons and that I thought our van was good. The only thing I did not like about it was that it didn’t have the “Stow and Go” seats in the back, the chairs that fold into the floor.
Nick’s Dad nodded and said, “Yes that would be good for hauling stuff like firewood.”
I laughed because I still find it weird that people in Florida have fireplaces and I responded, “Or dead bodies.”
Nick’s Dad did a double take and chuckled. I knew I messed up.
After we left, Lauren was happy to make a new contact and said that it would be good for Max to meet new kids. I turned to her and said, “That’s if they call.”
“Why wouldn’t they call?”
I told her about the dead body comment.
“Bill when are you going to learn to wait until after the first meeting of people to actually speak?”