Today, Monster Hands and I hiked over the hill and across the freeway, from our neighborhood to the one where Papa Bird was.
Along the way, we met a kindly Italian woman who complemented us both on being nice and beautiful people and gave us detailed instructions to her house, where we are invited for tea and free babysitting.
Oh, and if anyone knows an eligible bachelor who doesn’t drink or do drugs and might be interested in meeting a septegenarian Grandmother raised in Napoli, I have her phone number and a request to call with any references.
This time, no one nibbled on the baby’s feet. She worries about germs and babies. She did kiss me on the cheek, though.
And she complimented me on being so tall, which, comparatively, I was.