I had an interesting (although not uncommon) encounter the other day while taking my kid to the park.
1) The weary. These Moms and Dads are just looking for a place that their wound-up spawn can run out a little excess energy.
2) The desperate to spend quality time. These are the ones that dash from slide to swing, never more than 2 feet from their kid. Being a working Mom, I typically fall into this category.
3) The ridiculously bored. These parents are more concerned with finding another adult to speak to than keeping an eye on their child(ren).
Type 3 is usually not a problem, provided there are more than one of them around to distract each other. If not, they will hunt down an unwilling party and trap them in ridiculous banter. Luckily, I have a pretty quick out.
The conversations start with “How old?”. Then, there are a few back and forths about child development followed up with the obvious “Do you work?”. Ahhhhhh, yes.
I turn, look them straight in the eyes and say “I’m a butcher.” This is normally met with an involuntary lemon puckering expression, a few stuttered follow-up questions and then a polite excuse as to why they need to run off.