Last week I picked Bee up from nursery school, and then ducked into the local grocery for some lunch fixins.
In the aisle, me and another mom went to manoeuver our strollers around each other, and I realized that I knew her.
‘Kim! Hi!’ I addressed her warmly and was in return greeted with a look that went from pure confusion to slight recognition. ‘Oh, hi!’ she said, still somewhat unsure.
‘We met at the toy store last week,’ I prompted, and looked to the boys sitting in the stroller. ‘I remember Jackson,’ I said, smiling at the older boy, ‘But,’ I continued, ‘I don’t remember the baby’s name.’
‘It’s Liam,’ My stranger/friend answered, continuing, ‘Wow, two out of three - you’re good! How did you remember
‘Oh god, don’t worry about it!’ I assured her, ‘It’s not like I ever remember anything important!’
I am only slightly less of a knob over at Playdate today, where I wax loco – I mean local – about the yumminess of the farmers’ market. Go take a bite.