I know that eventually we'll have to take her places (I mean, other than stopping by the falafel joint to pick up an order, or going to the grocery store, which is pretty much all we've done with her), because otherwise she'll grow up a bit defective. But for some reason, it's a big leap for me. I guess I'm afraid that she'll start shrieking and Child Protective Services will show up, and possibly also a S.W.A.T. team. Or maybe I'm afraid that someone will glare at me and shout GET THAT BABY OUT OF HERE, pointing to a sign on the wall that reads ABSOLUTELY NO BABIES ALLOWED. And then she'll make this face:
|Even me? I'm a VERY GOOD baby.|
And then we'll scurry home with her, and she'll make this face:
|Home is the SHIT! Don't ever take me out again.|
So I don't know. I guess eventually she'll be a teenager and won't want to go places with us anyway. Problem solved.