You Know, Kids

10.2.2012

You Know, Kids

If Chef and I pass by a kids’ clothing boutique, I’ll stop to look at the window display. I’m trying not to do that anymore because Chef interprets this action as me being passive aggressive and “baby hungry”. No way dude. Kids just have cooler things nowadays — take this beanie for example. Not only are kids stuff cooler, tiny things have always been cute (to me) which is just another reason to stop and look at these kid stores. Have you seen tiny baby shoes? They’re so tiny! How you can you not stop to look at tiny shoes? It’s so cute! And tiny! These things are cute enough to make hairy, burly men go “Awww” (sometimes). It’s strange to think that someday the tiny feet that go into these shoes will grow into sweaty, smelly human beings. Or hairy, burly men. Crazy.

Kids have been on my mind lately because I’m at the weird age where everyone, and I mean everyone, seems to be having babies (or getting divorced but that’s another story). Luckily, I don’t feel too pressured to start my own family which is great because I barely feel like an adult. Kids shouldn’t be taking care of kids. Give it another 5-10 years and we’ll see. It’ll also give me time to think for the next half decade or decade so we can figure out how we would take care of a child or hell, children. With his hours, I can’t comprehend how chefs and their spouses can handle raising kids and maintain healthy relationships. Couples with normal “9 to 5” hours have difficulties themselves just balancing kids activities, sports, and the various musical lessons (it’s practically required if you have a drop of Asian in you). I break out in hives thinking about how crazy my childhood was with my [9 to 5] parents taking me to violin, rushing my brother to soccer, frantically trying to get my sister to piano on time, and the number of times we had to eat sandwiches in the car. How do restaurant parents do it? How do you stay sane?

I can’t believe I wrote a whole post about bambinos.

I feel itchy.

God, I really hope we have a nanny.

Enough about talk about kids. Here’s a pizza robe from Jeremy Scott, circa 2006: