toby of the day, 6.13.2008

today is toby’s second Friday the 13th. The first came when toby was only 58 hours old. Mostly, our luck was good for that first one, at least as good as it can be when you’ve just brought home a new human unaccustomed to life on the outside, and his mother, who is unaccustomed to being so swollen she can’t sit down, and his father who may be accustomed to insomnia, but this insomnia turns out to be a wildly different monster. Yes, I think any grievances we had were not based on superstitious dates. This time around was again pretty uneventful. Until the Russian woman and her banana. They say you should teach your children not to take candy from strangers, but they don’t tell you what to do when a burly Russian women pulls a banana out of her purse and you think she might just be showing it to your son before she eats it herself but then before you know what’s happening, and before your husband, who has his hands full of a toy piano that he’s borrowing from the daycare, can get his hands free to intercept it, she’s feeding it to the infant you have strapped to your chest. While we know the whole tainted Halloween candy and razor blade filled apples is an urban legend, and I’m sure she was just trying to be friendly, we’re going to keep a close eye on him for the next few hours, just in case. It is Friday the 13th after all.