Ramblings From Justin Penney

I will completely agree with anyone that calls me a man-baby or man-child or any attempt at a derogatory name relating to being oldish but enjoying childish things. I like toys (with and without motors), frolicking, objects that roll, and screwing off.

I have a new baby that also enjoys some of these pursuits.

We bought a Baby Bjorn carrier (one of those weird contraptions that holds a baby on your chest), and I plopped Evan in that and we wandered all over the neighborhood. I had the Chuck-it ball thrower and a tennis ball so Wendy followed us all over the cul-de-sac.

After we exhausted the dog (Wendy) and the Bjorn (my back), I strapped Evan in his car seat and we headed to the upscale car wash. The were closed. It was 7:01 and the tightened that ship down at 7! Damn. I am convinced that this place does a better job at cleaning cars than any other car wash I've been to. So ... Evan and I were both completely dejected and went to Hy-Vee for lemons and limes.

When checking out, the sacker said, "this makes me think of Sprite." Immediately my mind thought of the Mitch Hedberg bit about homemade Sprite and I choke back saying "not until you figure out what the fuck else is in it." Sophomoric and brilliant in one sentence.

I also notice the "it's a baby" phenomenon. As I was exiting the store numerous adults and children pointed in the direction of me and Evan and said, "It's a baby," or just, "baaaaabyyyyyy!" I told Evan that it would be funny to put a puppy in a baby carrier and then when people said, "baaaaaabyyyyyyy," turn and show them the puppy and so yell, "Puppy!"

Evan laughed.

# posted by Justin @ 11:09 PM