I don’t really get the shirt: Is he a single guy on the prowl for a mom? Single moms? Married moms? Does he want a ready-made family? Is he infertile?
Then I see a little girl wander towards him and think: AH-HA! He’s a divorced guy looking for a mama for the kid. He’s looking to be KING OF THE PLAYGROUND. Giving little up-nods to divorced moms that say: YOU’RE HOT.
Then his wife and second child show up. I’m perplexed and turn away. But she starts chatting me up. She is SUPER nice. She complements my children’s names. She asks about the onesie my daughter is wearing:
Her: What does her onesie say?
Me: “I’ve got rights!” It’s from Amnesty International.
Our conversation resumes. She knows I’m from Connecticut and my husband is from Pennsylvania. I know her favorite kid names. How far apart in age they are. (18 months) How far apart in age mine are. (31 months)
And I’m not surprised to find out that she was born and bred in the South because she’s is so very sweet and overly interested in my life.
But the whole conversation I keep glancing at her husband’s T-shirt and wondering: Are you warming me up to pop the big question? Because my husband and I don’t swing. Although I find it a compliment that you and your husband consider me a hot mom.
As I relay this conversation to my husband on our walk back, I add: Anyway, I think we lost our chance with the whole children’s rights onesie.
He isn’t amused.