Life in Normal

Child’s Play

I’m at children’s museum with my daughter and her friend. Millions of kids running around and parents mostly being bored. Sometimes we talk. Inevitably they ask “which one’s yours?” I respond “oh, I don’t have kids I just like to come here to watch the children.”

I’ve learned two things from this practice: 1) The reactions are usually more interesting than the conversation we were having. And 2) parents seem to be a humorless bunch.

Why is it okay to enjoy watching children play if you have one of your own, but totally creepy if you don’t?