[The flashpoint behind my stories -- TR]
There have been many questions I've fielded during my seven-year
parenting probation. Being an avowed extrovert, the attention my
girls bring in is often fun and rewarding. But there are certain
questions that people ask (or state as fact) that set my hackles
on end.
We had taken my wife, SWMBO, to the San José International Airport
for her early-morning flight. We stayed to see her plane (Alan
King's favorite American airline) taxi and take-off. During this
time, the daughter-units were firing off random questions (usually
at full-lung capacity) when a matronly passenger approached us.
She listened to the daughter-units chatter away and answered them
(if she understood their questions.) At one point she asked if I
was "baby-sitting." I smiled and [politely] informed her that I
was their father, not a hired hand. The daughter-units were
starting to venture up towards the security gate, so we took our
leave and moved on towards the parking garage.
When I got everyone buckled in, I asked if they were up for some
breakfast at one of our favorite haunts. A rousing "Waffles!"
chant answered my question and we (sort of) rushed through 880's
bumper-to-bumper.
We were seated pretty quickly and I explained to all three units
that since I was less than 24" away from them, they should keep
their voices down. It took a couple reminders but they did
[eventually] stage whisper. Breakfast was almost over and the
waiter stopped by with the receipt. He turned and asked the older
two if they were finally going pay. Their playground cackles
attracted a pack of silver foxes (two men and five women) that
were on their way to the cash register. The troupe surrounded the
booth and immediately started firing off questions.
SFF1: "Where's Mommy? Is Daddy baby-sitting?"
Me: "On a trip. And, no, ma'am; I do this every day, all week."
SFM1: "How are you going to manage without Mommy?"
Me: "Just fine, thank you. I do this every day... All week..."
SFF2: "Do you have anyone to fall back on with three girls?"
Me: "Why? I'm pretty self-sufficient and all three of my girls are
easy to take care of..."
SFF3: "My husband never watched our children..."
Me: "His loss. I'm a stay-at-home-dad."
SFF4: "You stay at home with them? What about your wife?"
Me: "Yes, ma'am. Now why would you ask that?"
SFF5: "All girls: Are you going to try for a boy?" Me: "Girls are
great."
SFF5 "Yes, I know... But don't you want a boy?"
Me: "Not particularly. I have three practically perfect daughters;
I won my lotteries."
SFM2: "Are these two twins?"
Me: "Yes, sir."
SFM2: "Are you sure? That one's so much bigger!"
Me: "I /was/ there during their births..."
SFM1: "But she's so much bigger!"
Me: "I heard you the first time. It wasn't too brilliant when you
said it before; it wasn't worth repeating..."
SFF1-2-3: "I knew someone that knew someone-twice-removed that had
twins in their family..."
And with that, the gaggle walked off to swap tall tales and
non-truths.
I knew I was in for a long trip home because the older two were
subdued (frowning and quiet) until I finished, paid, and got
everyone in the car. It took the better part of an hour-and-half
to reassert the truth on twinning, why their mommy was not at
home, why we weren't going to have another child ("You can't
'order' a baby-boy like a waffle. That's not how it works."😉, why
I /was/ happy to have three daughters, and why I don't baby-sit.
There are just some people that make parenting unnecessarily
difficult. Then I remember why I chose to be a parent... and can't
have a better set of reasons.
The Ranger