Today I started work by getting to take my boss' son (Caleb) for a walk outside. So I got asked how old my baby was, which was this time, at least, reasonable, considering I was pushing a stroller full of sleeping one-year-old. Unlike last time. (Referencing a question asked of me at dancing about how old my children were, and I totally shocked the person asking when I told her I was as old as her oldest child.) But walking around with a stroller was an interesting experience- I immediately got a lot more cautious crossing the street, and was significantly more aware of people on the park benches who seemed sort of out of it- talking to themselves, or with shopping carts full of cans, that sort of thing- harmless poor or sick people, but all of a sudden I tried to keep out of their way. It was amazing how quickly I got that sort of awareness. Ah, biology at work. If that's even close to how parents feel with their own children- wow. I don't know what else to say to it but that, and to remember a story of Dad's about taking me for a walk in the carriage when I was an infant. Someone bent down to look at me, whom he didn't know, and he (a Very mild man) was ready to punch this person for getting too close to me.
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