Pretty much all the time now. In the store, in the car, as I clean.
Before you have a kid, it’s not socially acceptable to do this. After you have a kid, you get to pretend that you’re actually talking to him.
Take Friday, for example. I was driving my little guy home from daycare, jammin’ out to one of my favorite Sirius radio channels. 80s on Channel 8. A little Simply Red came on. If you don’t know me by now, baby. Belted that one out. And then came Richard Marx, “Right here waiting.”
“Yesssssssssssss. One classic after another!” I yelled triumphantly, sitting at a red light.
I glanced around at the crowd of cars parked around me. Then I glanced in the rear-view mirror, at Ryan’s car seat. “One classic after another, Ryan. Isn’t that fun?”
He let out a “TheCarIsStoppedAndIDon’tHaveMyBinky” whine.
“Alright, well, someday you’ll think that’s cool.”