It was an overcast morning; one of my reasons for not liking parts was n/a (hot/sunburn.)

“Wanna go to the park?” I asked at 8am when I saw that Spenser had pulled everything out of his kitchen cabinet (all the stuff that is child safe like my Gladware, boxes of jello, bags of pasta etc) and all his toys were on the floor and clothes pulled out of his drawers.

“Yeah!” he said, but he would have said that if I had asked him if he wanted to go to the doctor for a shot. He’s just enthusiastic.

So we went. We went to the nicest park near me, which is in a super rich neighborhood. This park is just a little cleaner and it’s smallish and I just convince myself it’s great because it’s surrounded by mansions.

There was no one there. Yes, it was overcast and a tiny bit drizzly, but I was surprised that it was empty.

About five or six utilities trucks and one Prius stopped at the park and different men over the age of 50 tried to use the men’s bathroom, but it was locked. Creepy or smart? A little of both, I think.

Spenser and I played. We went down the slide together and I got soaking wet (from the drizzle and dew.) Then S got busy with sand, but I mean, I didn’t feel like he’s having the best time ever.  Not like, better than TJ’s. He wasn’t laughing and saying “hi!” (Oh wait, he said “hi” to each older man as they tried the bathroom door. When do I teach him to be less friendly to strangers?)

OK, then a dad and kid came along. “We love this weather,” the dad said to me. He had a British accent.

“I like it too,” I told him. And I do.

British dad’s child was 2 and so S played with her and British dad and I chatted. He was nice. He seemed like a nice dad. Then he asked, “Are you going to have another child?”

OK, um, so personal!! But thank you for thinking I’m young enough to have that option (who knows, maybe I could.)

“Maybe,” I said. I wasn’t going to really get into it with him.

Well, British dad wanted to really get into it with me. “My wife wants to, but I don’t.”

Wow. That was super personal! I became nervous that he was about to tell me all the reasons that being a dad was cramping his style so I said, “It’s hard to believe you could love another child as much as this one.” I put words in his mouth, so he wouldn’t horrify me.

“Yeah,” he said. “Right.”

“Well, everyone I know with two children says they felt that way, but they do love the second as much.”

British dad nodded.

I think it would be really hard to be married to someone and have such a huge disagreement where one person might be really unhappy with the outcome. I mean, that’s part of marriage, I know, I’m just saying, marriage seems so difficult; like how are you expected to live your whole life with someone and compromise all the time??? I can’t help but think about how if I wanted another baby, I could just have one (or try to.) There’s a lot of freedom in being a mom solo.

Another dad and child came along. This dad was pretty handsome; tall, rugged, athletic, lots of nice hair… his child had brought a bunch of trucks that Spenser wanted to put sand on and push around.

“Share, Patrick,” Handsome dad said to his son.

Patrick reluctantly let Spenser push around one of his toy trucks.

“You have the dumpy,” Handsome dad said to Patrick, pointing to a toy dump truck.

Dumpy? EW.

“Thanks, for sharing the truck, Patrick,” I called as I saw S was not going to give it back anytime soon.

“Sure,” Handsome dad said, “Patrick’s fine. He has two dumpys.” He pointed to another dump truck toy.

Ew. You are calling it a dumpy, to me?

“Patrick, get the dumpy!” Handsome dad called.

Patrick pointed to Spenser, pushing his truck. His non dumpy truck, I guess.

“Patrick, there’s a dumpy here and a dumpy there. You’ve got two dumpys! Go get a dumpy.”

He must have said, “play with your dumpy,” 25 times!!!

Handsome dad was looking so much less handsome. What if I was married to a guy who kept saying dumpy and probably called other things gross names too like during sex and stuff like “nippies,” or “yum yums” … I don’t know. I guess you can say, to your husband, stop saying that word, but once the damage is done…

What are other gross names for things?  Seriously, tell me!

Anyway, when we got home and I changed S’s diaper, we were showered with sand and then, I have a ton of sand in my bra and I wished we had gone to Trader Joe’s to play.

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4 Responses to A PARK AND SOME DADS

  1. Laura says:

    Hahahaa. This made me laugh out loud 🙂

  2. laubethm says:

    That made me laugh out loud 🙂

  3. momsolo says:

    thanks for reading! xo

  4. madgesw says:

    Funny. Sad when handsome men use stupid words.

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