Are Chris and I just the types who pick up Extra Parents everywhere we go? Seriously, everywhere we go, we have Extra Moms and Extra Dads and Extra Grandmas who want to keep us and take care of us, and maybe have us take them shopping for dresses (as we're doing with one of our Extra Grandmas from church, tomorrow morning).
Our landlady Joyce has clearly appointed herself as one of our extra moms. She's forever making sure that I'm getting outside enough, or am eating properly. When our neighbourhood had a garage sale last year, and I was out of town, she monitored Chris to make sure that he sold more than he bought.
Today, Joyce came downstairs to tell me about this year's Block Watch garage sale, and I told her about Chris's job prospect.
QoWP: Joyce! I have some good potential news for you!
Joyce looks extremely excited already.
QoWP: Chris may get a teaching job for next year! Out in Langford!
Joyce's face falls.
J: Then will you want to move out to Langford to be close to the job?
QoWP: Of course not! It makes more sense for us to live close to the University. It's no problem for Chris to drive out there.
J: Oh good! I was so worried that you'd go away from us! We want you to think of this as your home and stay as long as you want! [Gets a sly look on her face] So, Chris might get a job, and you're not moving to Langford. That's two pieces of good news. Do you have good news number three?
QoWP is confused: No, just that.
Joyce reaches over and pats QoWP's stomach: I was hoping you'd have other good news... about family?
QoWP: But I'm still going to school for the next few years!
J: You don't want to wait too long! You must start making plans!
That's right. Our landlady's pressuring us to have kids. (Thankfully, our real parents behave themselves beautifully.)
(Note to self: Don't begin conversations with "I have good news!" anymore. Somehow, I've hit the age where people assume that "good news" means "pregnant.")