On Monday I had an errand at the pharmacy. I had to take flod2k (who’s 12 months old) with me.
While we’re waiting for my prescription to be filled, an older lady came over and started fussing over the baby. He of course ate up the attention. After she’d fussed over him for a few minutes, she started telling me how, now that he’s such a “big boy”, I should start thinking about making another one just like him.
I smiled and said that my husband and I have two wonderful kids, and that’s just right for us. Then my number was called. I couldn’t bear to tell her the punch line…
…I was there to pick up an IUD.
So, how has irony enriched your life lately?