meghan and i went to my coworker’s house for a bbq a few weeks ago. we sometimes feel funny when we go places like this together because it’s usually a bunch of couples and us…the odd couple as riley likes to call us.
anyway, we always have a good time with food and people. emphasis on people. you know there’s something a little bit odd when you talk to a couple (not married but been dating for over 3 years) for at least 15 minutes about their lives and what they do, etc. and they only once, in very brief passing, mention “our kids” (i’m talking it may as well have been one word “archids”)
meghan and i left both a little curious and a lot intrigued by this little secret family. not intrigued enough to ever think about it again though.
then it happened, my coworker came to work with a sesame street gift bag and mentioned it was for this couple. “oh, for the archids?” was my natural, and once again intrigued, response. nope – not for the kids at all because actual kids did not exist with this couple. fake kids, however, were abundant. for whatever reason, this couple at some point in their relationship (or maybe it’s a yours/mine/ours situation..) decided that instead of having real kids, they would have sesame street stuffed animals (this is real) as their children. this means there are family pictures in the front room with “the kids.” they strap them in car seats. they even avoid fighting in front of the furry guys – elmo can’t handle seeing his parents fight.
we can’t wait until the next bbq. i request it be a family affair.
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