Meet my son, Fido

So. I went to my husband’s company Christmas party last night and met this couple.  The guy is in marketing at my husband’s company.  He and his girlfriend are both into D&D and have played with my husband.  They were cool, nice, friendly.   I liked them. I really did. I hope to see more of them. But, they almost immediately upon meeting me, showed me pictures of their dog. Who they disturbingly refer to as their son. Gag me.   Also? They tell me they got the dog cause they don’t want kids. OK, I am totally cool with that. Not everyone wants kids. Not everyone should have kids.  But the reason they don’t want kids? Because they are all brats.  

No they’re not! Not all. Not every minute of every day.  Some are very sweet and certainly they all have their adorable moments.  And is this something you say to a woman you just met whom you know to have not one, not two, but THREE kids?  

Seriously I’m talking to them for maybe 3 minutes and their whipping out their cell phones to show my pictures of the dog. Sleeping.  It’s all, “Hi. Nice to meet you. Check out my dog.”  Now I am not the type of mom to carry pictures of her kids. I never have. I don’t have them in my wallet, they aren’t on my phone I don’t have one of those digital key chains . . . . no baby or kid pictures are on my person at any time. So I don’t really relate to the see-how-cute-my-kids are routine, let alone the check-out-my-dog-whom-I-refer-to-as-my son thing. However, the husband has them. So I call him over and tell him to take out his cell phone and show these nice people some pictures of our gorgeous girls.  My husband informs me he already tried to show them the pictures (when they immediately bombarded him with pics of their damn dog upon meeting him) and was told they don’t like kids and didn’t want to see the pictures. WTF? Seriously? You can’t just take a gander? I get you don’t like kids. I am even cool with that. Sometimes I don’t like my own kids. But I had to look at pictures of your DOG.  Your dog. That looks like every other dog of that same breed and isn’t doing anything particularly cute.  I mean my girls are gorgeous! Every picture of them looks like an ad in a magazine. OK, maybe I exaggerate, slightly. I do have a love of hyperbole. But, truly. They are lovely to look at.  Even if they are acting like brats.  Photographic evidence is below.

I liked these people. I really did. They were funny and friendly.  I want to drink and hang out with them again. But, if they think they’re going to  pull out pics of that damn dog sleeping and just sitting there looking like a dog, and I am not going to retaliate they are nuts! I’m getting a slide show ready. All 3 girls from birth – today.  Suck it, kid-haters.

photos by Kim Curran http://kimcurran.com/