45 Minutes

At the weekend, Granny and Grandad (aka MiL and FiL) made a suggestion to us while we were sitting in a cafe in town.

W: It's nice being out, having a cup of tea. And J is behaving himself.
MiL: He's pretty good when he's out and about.
Me: That's because he sleeps in the push chair most of the time.

W takes him out more than me so perhaps I am not qualified to make this statement. Note, he is not sleeping during this conversation.

MiL: Have you got much else to do in town?
W: Both of us have got a bit of shopping to do.
MiL: We could take him if you like.
W: Really?
Mil: If it would help you get a few things done.
W: I suppose it would...
Fil: Aloysius* will be fine with us. 

A few minutes later, we kiss little J cheerio and arrange to meet them 45 minutes later after we've run some errands. As we walk in the opposite direction of our baby... 

Me: Are you OK?
W: I think so. You?
Me: Yeah, but it's strange walking along without him.
W: Very odd for me. You head off to work every day.
Me: I guess that makes me a bit more used to it. But then I've not been with you without him.
W: Yeah. I suppose we should go and run our errands?
Me: And make use of our baby-free moments.

We start by holding hands - we haven't done that in a while.

*FiL and MiL's pet name for little J.