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Now that we’re expecting, we spend a lot of time at Babies ‘R Us registering for baby monitors and bibs and such.

The day that we found out we were having a girl, we were all excited and we decided to go to BRU and register for Pink Stuff because we finally could pick out gender specific stuff. So, we went into the store and got the little scanner gun and started through the store. We picked out a few things here and there that were adorable and finally made our way over to the pacifiers. There was another couple a few feet further down the aisle from us. She was a little further along than Jeanette, and they were talking quietly to themselves about diapers or drool or whatever it is other people talk about… As we looked at all the different shapes and sizes and colors of pluggies (that’s what my family called ‘em), we found one that we thought looked ok (how does ANYONE buy a pacifier who’s never had a baby before?) and as we scanned it the other mother (the one talking about drool) says loud enough for us to hear with a little snarl in her voice, “That reminds me, OUR baby is NOT going to have a pacifier.”

Ok, so lets stop for a second. First of all, Jeanette and I didn’t get mad or talk to her or anything like that, we both kinda looked at each other, went to another aisle and laughed our heads off. But why? Why did we find that so funny? I mean… she was rude. Like she wanted us to feel like we were going to be worse parents than her because we were planning to use a pacifier. A Pacifier! Believe me, I’m planning on screwing up my children just as much as the next guy, but… I had never thought I would do it by giving her a pacifier. I guess it was funny because we felt so bad for her. I mean, she needed to demean 2 people she didn’t know to feel good about herself. That’s just sad, and somehow, I find that hilarious. It’s like when you’re around a little kid and they’ve somehow gotten themselves up on the coffee table and their socks slip and they fall on their butt and get a good jolt. It’s funny! I mean, he didn’t get hurt, but a child with some sense in them would have known to take their socks OFF first before climbing on the coffee table so he’ll get better traction for the jump to the couch. I felt the same way about the lady in Babies ‘R Us. If she had any common sense at all, she would have waited until we left the aisle and talked to her husband about pacifiers just between the two of them.

I think over all though, the real take away from this post, is that you should never leave me alone with your child… unless the emergency numbers are clearly posted nearby.

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