Saturday, October 18, 2008
Day 391 - Babies Rn't Me
Today, we went to Babies R Us. We wanted to buy the kids a wooden puzzle because they started to fit shapes into holes. Lisa found a farm puzzle with large farm animals. The puzzle pieces were the usual suspects: cow, horse, chicken, duck, goat, and a transvestite farmer. Quite the progressive puzzle.
Before hitting the cashier, we went up and down the aisles to window shop. I never thought I'd actual enjoy window shopping at Babies R Us, but when you have kids just the mere fact that you're out of the house is something to enjoy. Hell, I'll admit it. I even enjoy window shopping at Forever 21. There, I said it.
Pushing the stroller past the car seat section, a woman smiled at the kids and then smiled at me. I smiled back and continued on my merry way. Lisa was a few feet behind me and passed by the same woman. But instead of the pre-established smile acknowledgment greeting, the woman stopped Lisa to ask her a question about the kids. She was going to a baby shower for twins and wondered what to buy. But the bigger question is why did she stop Lisa and not me? Simple answer...
That's right. I was not asked the question because I'm the strapping man who knows nothing about raising twins. Men are ignorant about babies, and women are all-knowing. And why are they all-knowing? Because women give birth to babies. But just because babies come out of vaginas doesn't mean women are automatically experts on them. I've seen a ping pong come out of a vagina, but does that make a woman a ping pong expert?
All I'm saying is that I felt a little slighted at the store. I suppose if you only had one baby, there might be a slight tendency for a mother to take care of the child more. But with twins, it becomes more of a team effort. Lisa and I pretty much split up all of the baby duties: bathing, feeding, cleaning, laundry, cooking, diapers, etc. The only thing she did that I couldn't do was breast feeding, but you can't say I didn't try. I got the scars to prove it.