Living in a world of assumptions

It amuses me when I get passed over in conversation as being just the Dad.

If there's a woman within ten feet of me, regardless of age, all questions go to her.

Today for instance, we were doing our regular family lunch. The waitress felt free to ask my sister (who was sitting next to me) if she 'could hold the baby'... Who happened to be in the Tula on my chest.

Two things at play here. One... No. I don't know you, the baby doesn't know you. I don't care that you have a six year old. I'm not in the habit of handing off my child to a random stranger. Secondly, my sister wouldn't be in a position to give you that permission regardless as well... She's not a mother.

Then, before we leave the restaurant, still with N on my chest, someone has the wisdom to offer my sister congratulations.

Now, no offense to my sister (she'd be the first to tell you) but she's not the child bearing type.

I was out at playtime one morning and a Greek woman who was on her 60's came over to see the baby. As people do. Within a few minutes, people were asking her if the baby was hers.

I understand, to an extent, with my sister. However, this woman was well past any child bearing age. I had to repeat myself three times in that case before the woman who was asking accepted the simple words I was saying.

"No, she's mine."

I understand that I'm in the minority. I understand that society says "Men are the breadwinners. Women raise the kids."

Unfortunately, like with so many things, society is wrong.

So, if you see a hairy guy with a baby on his chest, intently watching a three year old charging all over the place... You can assume that I am their father. What you can't assume is that any random woman within five feet of me is their mother.

Assume that there is more than meets the eye before you make an ass of u and not me.