Look, I know. M. Onkey is technically a toddler now. Like, I know this. But please, please, please, will you? Will you please let me continue to call him a baby? Huh? HUH?
So he walks now. And eats regular table food. I get it, he’s a toddler.
He’s more than a year old now. Past that precious first year of life. I get it, he’s a toddler.
The other day, I was shopping at Babies ‘R Us. While I was minding my own business, I happened to notice an older woman (a new grandmother, at that) pushing her grandchild in a stroller.
Grandma was beaming with pride, obviously. Well, when we finally crossed paths, she cooed to her grandchild, “Look, sweetheart! Another b…” (looks into my carriage) “… oh… he’s… big.”
Code for: Your ‘baby’ is not a real baby; he’s a kid now. Stop with the pretending, lady!
Then she just walked away. She might as well have said my Monkey was U.G.L.Y.