Yesterday, baby L, the Glam Potter’s daughter was one. We attended the party after reassurance that all the other invitees had had chicken pox (still not a sign of a spot). The Princess was delighted with the range of toys and gifts available and beat off all comers so that she had complete access to everything all the time. This was particularly rough on baby L, who was, after all, the birthday girl and, technically, the owner of all the presents. However, she comforted herself by hunting for electrical sockets into which to force her little fingers. There was a sweet little German boy who brought his own toys. The Princess relieved him of them one by one and he smiled patiently. It was only when she swiped his bottle that he decided that it was time to protest. We were mortified.
A number of childless adults attended the party also, which was very brave of them. I was cornered by a woman whom I had previously met at a GP event. She asked how my job search was going. V. depressing to have to report no news. She asked whether I had thought of retraining as a nurse.
“Noooo” I said.
“I just thought that you might be good at it”.
“I’m really not very good at sciency things”.
“Oh, you don’t need any science to be a nurse”
“Er, yes, I think you do, actually”
“Well, I think you need to be more open to different career possibilities”
“You know, I think I’ll go and get a sandwich”
Baffling. Maybe attendance at a children’s party had pushed her over the edge.
on 23 February 2004 at 20:35
Oh! I’m so glad she has not been “spotted”. Hopefully you’re now over the chicken scare hump!
on 24 February 2004 at 14:55
Thanks guys for your encouragement on chicken pox front. Becoming increasingly, perhaps foolishly, optimistic.