It's a blessing that Halle's grandparents live no more than two blocks away. On beautiful days, I leave work as early as possible (just kidding. Kinda.) so that I can stroll Halle home. Taking her on walks is in my Top Ten list of Most Thoroughly Pacifying Things To Do - right up there with bodysurfing and making echoes in large, quiet places.
There is something slightly awkward about half of the walk though: pushing an empty stroller.
It used to be a lot more awkward. These days I try not to care whilst scheming obnoxious ways I could mess with the people that give me weird looks. As of today, I have resisted the urge to:
1) Put an empty bottle of vodka in the cupholder
2) Cross my eyes, drool and sing "Rockabye Baby" all mumbly.
3) Put a doll in the seat and pretend I'm babynapping it.
4) Park on the curb, look into the sewer and yell, "It's not funny anymore!"
Why? Because I could. But I'm not gonna. 'Cause that would really be crazy.