Rowan and I were just chillin in the lobby waiting for Matt to take Basil back upstairs after a pee when a woman from our building happened by. She kind of cooed over Rowan and then made a motion with her hand. I don't think English was her first language. I thought she wanted to see his face, since it was covered up with blankets (because it's been FREEZING COLD here in Halifax), so I pulled the blanket down a little. I was sure all she was going to do was admire his beauty and then talk to me about babies in a manic, feverish, longing way, like all the other women do. But no.
She went in for a kiss.
A stranger kissed my baby.
Poor Rowan. Didn't know what hit him.
How weird is that? Matt was totally creeped out but all I could do was laugh. I'm sure it's just cultural differences. It was as if a great aunt had seen him and went in for a quick kiss. She just couldn't resist a baby I guess. Sure she could have had a cold or something, but I thought it was kind of sweet. Little weird, but sweet. It's nice to have neighbours who enjoy having Rowan around.
What do you think? Should I be keeping Rowan under the stroller more often when stationary and vulnerable in my apartment's lobby?
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