"No it's not."
"My place, my rules. Showering is a spectator sport."
"It isn't. It's a team sport," she said, pulling me in...
I just came back from a smoke. There's a pediatrician's office in the flat below mine so the ground floor hallway is littered with carriages/prams and parents coming and going. A woman had just secured her screaming infant and realised she'd left her coat upstairs.
"Oh shit! Could you watch my child for a minute?"
Ugh. Oh, what the hell. I'm in a good mood despite suffering from the plague. "OK."
The kid's lung capacity was impressive. I dropped my pinky into his hand and wiggled it to trigger the gripping response as I started talking in Icelandic to him. He quieted instantly. When mum came back she was shocked, and moreso after she started walking away. The kid started screaming again and wouldn't stop when she tried to caress him.
She turned to me and said, "You must be a very good father". "Not yet," I replied. Yeah, I can do this.
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