Today we visited several mansions. I ran into the owner of my favorite one—the green house—whom I know slightly because I once bought a set of antique furniture from her. She greeted me with genuine surprise: “Oh my God, you had a baby! When did that happen?” Then she gave me the swift new-mom appraisal: a quick, assessing look that sizes up lingering baby weight, general pallor, and whether your hair has been washed (spoiler: it hadn’t). I don’t think I scored very well on that evaluation, but babies earn extra points for charm, and mine smiled and flirted his chubby little heart out.
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