Class report
Hambet did fine with the Hello Song this morning, but I think the tots were made nervous by the weather (we are expecting storms this afternoon.) Hambet was clingy, ignored the parachute (usually his favorite part.) One little person fell and bumped her head, and that set off the other kids — for the rest of the class, they took turns clinging and crying. Hambet took his turn at the very end, so we spent the story and the Goodbye Song in the back, trying to calm down.
More nannies than ever today. One was there with her toddler charge and his infant sister. Another accompanied a young lady whose outfits probably cost the same as my weekly grocery bill. One of them was chatting with me before class, she casually asked, “so are you going to have another kid, do you think?”
Now, I know she didn’t mean anything by it, but it was just so depressing. That question always kind of shakes me anyway, because the answer is “I can only hope so.” The fact that people now think nothing of asking such a personal question is depressing enough, but her tone was exactly the same as if she were asking if I were planning on buying another pair of sneakers, or signing up for another class. There is an unspoken assumption among some people I meet that the second child is like an optional luxury upgrade to the family, like getting a sunroof on your car. And if you have a third child, you may as well have a sitcom based on your life, since your family is so incredibly huge.