
::i broke a pretty big parenting rule the other day.::
i handed my baby to a stranger.
a perfectly nice stranger, but a stranger.
we were at the chick-fil-a playground and my middle man
would not come down.
not with bribes, not with threats, nothing.
ford tried holding his hand down the slide,
then with my permission pushing him down...
nothing.
so i turned to a nice-looking lady and said,
"i know you don't know me, but will you please hold my baby?"
{who had a diiiiirty diaper and smelled like spit-up}
and i shimmied up the playset and retrieved my rascal of a son.
those things are not made for people in their 30s.
people didn't know they were getting lunch AND a show!
i'm sure we were quite a sight.
we won't be going back any time soon!