I’m Bobby

I pull up to our house, and I’m unbuckling his carrier from the back seat when Naomi, one of my neighbors, walks by.

“He’s so sweet!” she exclaims.

I couldn’t agree more.

I’m puffed up like a proud peacock showing off his fine feathers. I should be wearing a T-shirt that proclaims “New Grandma,” although the beaming smile on my face says precisely that.

I tell Naomi that I’m babysitting, that my daughter had a “night out” with the staff at the elementary school where she’s the first-grade teacher. I explain that she decided it would be good for her to go, even though she’s officially on maternity leave.

“Amazing, so baby gets a night out with Savta!” she says.