When Ace was a baby, I was off work on Sundays and Mondays and we spent nearly every single Monday together doing our own thing. Our own thing almost always included having lunch at Lion’s Choice and then perusing the local Best Buy store for potential electronic purchases.
While I understand that Ace is an adorable girl and was perhaps the cutest baby ever,
we had what seemed like an inordinate number of visitors to our table who would stop and say things like, “I can’t believe how long she’s sat here and behaved herself” or “Good for you, is it really just the two of you out for lunch today?”
Having endured G$ as a dining companion more recently, I do get that Ace was a really, really good kid when we were out to eat. She could sit there for hours minding her own business or playing pull tabs (that’s right) while the adults talked and drank beer and what not, whereas G$ gives us a pretty predictable amount of time wherein we can eat and do our thing before he’s ready to be done and let’s you know it. I think G$ is more typical of most little ones than Ace was.
When it was just Ace and I though, I never did understand the first statement. They are little human beings, after all, and should be expected to behave as such, right?
As to the second question and similar ones to it, I now understand that the implication really was “Oh wow, a dad is out with his kid, how great is that?”
I say poop on that talk!
I get that a lot of dads have no interest in taking their kids out in public alone. I have a lot of friends who are, quite frankly, fucktards when it comes to anything remotely domesticated like turning on a dishwasher, changing a diaper or getting a kid dressed and taking them out into public. The very thought of it sends some of them into convulsions.
I was never like that. I can’t stand to be cooped up too long, with or without kids around. I get cabin fever pretty quickly and have to leave the house before I go nuts.
With Ace, the hardest part for me was getting her dressed and not looking like a total hobo before we left, not that she’d have cared. My number one nemesis with her was that hair. While the hospital sends parents home knowing how to swaddle a little girl, dads are not trained in the art of doing anything with little girl hair and to this day, I’ve no clue how to braid or do anything beyond a half-assed ponytail. Sadly, Ace is old enough to take care of her own hair now so I guess to learn at this point would be silly.
My go to hair style for Ace was to put a hat on her head.
You get the idea.
Even today, with three kids, I still like to get out of the house for lunch with them when we’re all off for the day and nobody is sick (which is a rarity it seems).
Nobody approaches the table to tell us that the kids are really well behaved, G$ sees to that, but I still get the “good for you’s” and “what a great dad you must be’s” from people.
I’d hardly equate taking my own kids out to lunch alone with being a great dad. It’s easier to make the mess someplace else than have to clean it up at home, quite honestly. Part of it, at least, is for selfish reasons.
Do you fellas, or your man, ladies, take the kids out alone for lunch alone? I rarely notice other men with kids as young as mine out to lunch, so maybe it’s just me.