Hello Uncle Foreigner

Mar 30, 2014

Snaps: Please, won’t you let me hold your baby?

Oh, I hope he doesn’t pee

I'm finally holding a baby!

Ever since we’ve arrived, I’ve been singing a little song to Peter that goes, “Please, won’t you let me hold your baby?” Because the babies are everywhere and oh-so-cute. Until recently, this request has gone unfulfilled, because who wants to let some strange woman hold a baby.

Then, last week, it happened! Some mother gave her child to me to hold!

A relevant fact: Instead of diapers, a lot of kids wear split crotch pants and just widdle wherever when they feel the urge. So my first thought — after, “Yes! It’s finally happening!” — was, “I hope he doesn’t pee on me, like a gerbil.” Peter’s response, “You didn’t think of that before?”