A few days ago, we all piled into the car here at Best Namma Ever!'s house and toodled over to the local library. This is a fantastic library! It's all cushy and cozy. There are invitingly soft armchairs and ottomans scattered about, a fireplace and a psueo-cafe area where you can drop a few coins into a machine and get a cup of coffee or hot chocolate. The cafe has comfy booths if you don't want to sit at one of the tables with the Frank Lloyd Wright-looking chairs. We dropped Urban Dad in the cafe area to do some work (he always has work to do, poor thing) and took the Urban Kids into the Children's Section to see what we could tear up.
As I checked in on Urban Dad in the cafe later, I noticed a Suburban Dad sitting at a booth with his two young daughters, each of whom had their own cute little netbook. They also each had a cool little carrying case, which I've yet to procure for my own new little netbook friend. Now let me preface the rest of this by saying that his two young daughters were both older than Urban Kid 1. And Urban Kid 1 is six. And she's figured out the Santa thing already. I'm not judging or anything... I'm just saying that this is my humble micro-cosm...
So I ask Suburban Dad, "where did you get the cases for their netbooks? I just got one, but don't have a case for it yet."
Youngest Surburban Kid -- who is at least a couple of years older than Urban Kid 1 -- says brightly, "Santa brought them!"
Suburban Dad tells me without blinking an eye that they got them at American, which is where they got the computers. He is friendly throughout the whole chat as I explain that I saw only computer sleeves at Best Buy, but that I liked that his Suburban Kids' cases had two pockets for power cords, etc.
We end our chat on a friendly note, and as I walk away I cringe as I hear a disheartened and confused little voice inquire, "I thought you said that Santa brought them......"
Yes, my work here is done. On to create another awkward moment elsewhere.
Because you know I will. (*sigh*)