Jerry has been pestering me to start a baby registry for several weeks. My goal was to go through all the stuff Matt and Jen saved for me from their two kids first before I registered for anything--apparently, they have an attic full.
Finally, last Friday night, Jerry said, "I'm pretty full from dinner; let's go to BabiesRUs to register before we go home." I kept trying to talk him out of it because of Melissa's Grand Plan, but he insisted, saying he wanted to do it so he could feel included (if he wants to carry around extra baby weight, he's more than welcome to do that too, if it makes him feel any better). I can't argue with that.
Ten minutes after we walked in the door, after we'd filled out the necessary forms and gotten our scan gun, I notice his eyes starting to glaze over. "Are you bored?" He insists not. Five minutes after that, he starts calling friends to pass the time, actually admitting to them that registering on a Friday night was his idea (Andy's response: "You dumb bastard"). Although I originally did not want to register, I was getting into it. He was losing more interest by the second. Then he started reminding me not to register for too many items, because of the baby stuff that my brother had for us.
WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN WHEN YOU TAKE ME INTO BABIESRUS, PUT A SCAN GUN INTO MY HAND, AND LET ME START REGISTERING? DIDN'T YOU HEAR ABOUT MY GRAND PLAN?
*sigh* Good thing he's cute.
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