There's Mommy and Me Yoga, regular yoga modified to incorporate occasionally holding your baby. There's Mommy and Me Pilates, again a modified class where the baby is used for weight and resistance. And there are pottery classes, outdoor exercise classes, special movie showings, picnics, aerobics. You name it, there's a Mommy and Me version. And the genius thing is, even though the cost to the facilitator is the same as a regular yoga or Pilates or pottery class, they can charge more because moms will pay it--and who are you to question what a mom thinks is best for her child?
Now that's all well and good, and being unemployed I definitely appreciate having some peace and quiet around the house when my wife takes our daughter to one of these things. I do wonder, though, where are all the Daddy and Me classes and events?
How about Daddy and Me instruction down at the driving range? If you can concentrate on your swing with a screaming child right there, those loud assholes on the next fairway over shouldn't be an issue again. There could a Daddy and Me day at the Porsche dealership. Find out once and for all, can a child's car-seat fit into the back of a 911 Carrera? (For the record, I think it can). Daddy and Me Cubs game? Actually, trying to change a diaper in the Wrigley Field men's room should probably be number one of the list of things never to do with a baby. Definitely at least not until she's had all her vaccinations. That place is like a Turkish prison. Oh, how about Daddy and Me day at the strip club? The strippers could bring their kids too--sorry to burst your bubble, they all have kids--, it would be social and the kids could meet other kids from different socio-economic backgrounds. Diversity and shit. What's that, wife? You don't want our daughter hanging out either at strip clubs, or with the children of strippers? See what I have to deal with on a daily basis???
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