… that Colin and I are NOT YET with children. I mean, you can look everywhere around our house for kids and all you will find is one very strange cat who will not, for any reason, allow you to pick her up.
The curious thing about being married in the suburbs in Connecticut and being of a certain age is that, well, there aren’t ANY other people around of your age. IF you don’t have children.
The people with children are definitely lurking about. I know this because I see schools and school buses, and I am teaching the grown-up version of their children. But I don’t ever see PEOPLE WITH CHILDREN. It’s as if they have been swallowed up into the parallel universe of KIDLAND.
It may be that they just don’t frequent the bars I hang out in. Or the kids aren’t fans of late night folk music and The Reader. I am not sure. I guess I can’t quite get a handle on it though.
Anyway, it’s no secret to most of you that Colin and I may soon be falling down the Rabbit Hole too. If I can, I’ll send postcards from the other side, and let you know where everyone went.