slogan: "we deliver everything but the baby..."
this morning i found myself at citikids
with my best friend's two nieces, and their mom.
in search of a starter-tub for the new baby.
around us couples discussed the stroller options
in the hushed tones of those making
a very big decision together,
taking different models out for test-jogs
with faceless, but age-appropriate dolls
filling the sturdy, yet comfortable
seats of their sons-and-daughters-to-be.
i found myself itching to escape
the rows upon rows
of cheerfully colored products.
to name a few, in no particular order:
poly-fiber onesies,
biodegradable bubbles,
chubby two-way video-monitors with automatic night vision,
disney-themed outlet-covers,
miniature fully-functioning pianos,
modern art coloring books,
and preggie pops,
a line of witty herbal candies to help reduce morning sickness.
on the other hand,
if the gummi crib rail for teething babies
had been available when i was a toddler,
if my budding psyche
hadn't been so profoundly damaged
by the constant, senseless, assault of lip-splinters,
then perhaps i would be a kinder, more forgiving person,
less inclined to hold in contempt the thoughtful
mothers and fathers in the next aisle.
and why shouldn't a kid
have the chance to play with "my first sushi"
instead of wooden white bread?
posted by self_invasion | 11:00 AM
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