I wish I’d known this earlier. It’s amazing. Truly amazing. Carrying a baby and I’m a babe magnet. It’s astonishing - girls can’t resist coming over to admire my beautiful little bambino. They smile as they pass me in the street. They wave. Not obviously at me but I know that the baby is just an excuse for them. Naturally T doesn’t mind at all and has agreed to walk 10 metres behind me and not cramp ‘my style.’ Or throw rocks at me. You decide.
© Carlton Reeve 2008
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You've discovered one of the rarely publicized benefits of fatherhood. I think this may start a disturbing ripple effect: babies for hire (to improve the 'babe-magnet' factor), women following you to no successful purpose...
Posted by: Mrs RW | Tuesday, 19 September 2006 at 02:14 AM