Midnights, March: 10

I took Albie on a walk along the river trail in his carrier today. A very tall young guy with a deep voice and the mustache of a '70s folk singer came riding toward us barefoot on a skateboard, and as he passed he said, "A little baby in a bag?" as if it were his first day on earth and he was out noticing all the wonders.

I’m still laughing about it.