- Anna is flying from Chicago, Paula confirmed too. I made a reservation at this new awsome Mexican place in Brooklyn. I told everyone you are coming. Cause you are coming, right?
I was really excited, she yawned.
-Yes. Probably. I mean, If everything is ok with him. Say hi to uncle Lisa, Nate!, - she said with this awkward fake baby voice. The kid started crying the second Angela spelled his name.
-Hello, small creature - i tried.
-He woke up more than 17 times this night. I mean, i stopped counting at 17 but it was probably 22 ou 23 times. Do you think it’s normal?
-I don’t know, you should google it. By the way, they have margueritas there! They are your favourites, right?
I could hear her turning the TV on. Now Mickey Mouse was singing out loud between us.
-I think they were, yeah. But I’m still breastfeeding.
-Jesus, It’s friday night, and here we are, talking about breastfeeding. Can you turn this down?
-What?
-This music, i can barely hear you.
-Oh, sorry, it’s the only thing that calms him down.
-It is, right? - i doubted.
Now Minnie happily joined the song, and Nate decided to cry louder in revenge.
-So tell me more about this new place you guys are going tonight!
-So you are not coming.
-I didn’t say that. Did i?
-It’s one day in the year, Angela.
-Of course you don’t understand.
-Ok, I got it. I’ll call you as soon as i have a baby so we can share some information about poop and diapers. How does that sound? Good bye.
-Hey Lisa…? Wait.
-Hey Lisa…? Wait.
She changed her mind, i thought for a second. But then Donald Duck started his very own inspired solo on background.
-Have a marguerita for me. Say hi to everyone.
More crying. This baby was definetely not a Disney fan.
-Yeah, you too. Say hi to Nate.
