Last night, went to dinner at Landmarc at the Time-Warner Center with my wife, baby, and mother in law. A group of four adults at the next table eventually noticed the baby and found him adorable, of course. One woman in the group said she also had a four-month-old, but she left her at home. Then she said, “So you brought him out? With the swine flu and everything?” At the time I chuckled ruefully, but really, what the fuck was that? Sorry I’m such a shitty careless parent and all! And where was she from? Texas! She left her baby back in Texas, which is a mite closer to flu-infested Mexico than Columbus Circle, NYC. But if we did all have the swine flu, I’m pretty sure I gave it to that woman so she can take it back to her precious protected abandoned texas baby.
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