January 26, 2001

While Joanne visits her dad in the hospital, I'm on kid duty, wrangling Tom and Mike.  They're bored and cranky in the minivan, threatening rebellion, and while I'm tempted to just turn them loose in the parking lot, it doesn't seem like the sort of thing responsible parents do.

So I load Mike into the Baby Bjorn -- a kind of kangaroo pouch for infants -- and put Tom on my shoulders and we go walking around the grounds, looking almost exactly like an ambulatory totem pole and startling innocent people.

It's hard to tell who this amuses more.

 



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