Aisle 14: Romance Novels, Boxes of Wine, Lonliness

Sometimes my wife is in no mood for interacting with other people. (Who am I kidding about the “sometimes part?) But when she takes the baby to the grocery store to pick up something for dinner, she laments that the baby’s cuteness is sometimes a curse because old ladies want to pinch his cheeks or hold his hands. She claims that aging childless women will follow her around cooing and talking baby talk to Cartney. “Is oo out wif Mama shopping? Oo likey the shopping cart?”

Hey lady, you smell like Bensen and Hedges Menthol and cheap Zinfandel.

Jess just wants to shout, “Yes, he is obviously shopping with Mama and he likes the shopping cart! Now go get your romance novel, ice cream and gallon of wine and leave us alone!” Are we a match, or what? 😉