Just To Clear Something Up

As Liz pointed out in the comment section on the previous entry, there may be more to the story, but there’s not. I read an article about a pickle war going on in NY city and the thought of yummy pickles just got the ball rolling for that last entry.

I would, however, like to vent a little about people’s assumption with me and kids. I like kids. Just ask The Niece and her sister (if her sister could answer with a complete sentence I’m sure she’d say something good about me and my views on kids). There are some other kids I could give as a reference check too.

I get a lot of grief in a backhanded way at work because I don’t have kids. I’m really the only one without them, except for one guy, but there are other issues going on with him that make it so no one ever questions his facility for liking kids. I think when people look at the better-half and me they assume we don’t like kids or that we’re selfish or something else must be wrong with us. Because how can you not have kids? As an aside, I think it is interesting that someone (Liz) I’ve never met in person “gets” it better than people who see me on a regular basis.

The truth is we talked about having kids when we first got married but things didn’t work out and so now we kick ass as aunt and uncle. When I tell people that they give me a sad little smile. Like they think I don’t mean it and that I sob myself to sleep every night. No.

We’ve embraced the no kids life and the aunt and uncle roles and, let me tell you, we are the KINGS of aunt- and uncle-dom. If it weren’t ridiculous we’d probably have superhero costumes and fly around in invisible jets, we’re that good at being aunt and uncle.