One of the things I love about old Greenbelt is how neighborly it is. If people have seen you walking around town, it's like they know you instantly, no questions asked. We all have a common understanding, after all, in all these tiny, cooperatively-owned townhouses.
For instance, this morning as I was walking back from dropping E off at her nursery school, I passed a man and his daughter, who were (presumably) walking to her bus stop, or maybe their car, on the way to elementary school. I had seen them a few times before, and he must have gathered that I was a stay-at-home dad, because out of the blue he asked me where E was going to be when she's out of nursery school.
"Oh," I said, "she'll be at the elementary school."
"And what are you gonna do?" he laughed.
I knew this question well, so I just shrugged and laughed. He laughed, too, saying, "I tell ya, my wife would say to me, you gotta get out of the house and start workin'!"
"Well, I do some work from home, it just doesn't earn me any money."
"Oh, no," he said, "I don't mean now, but I mean, you know, when it's junior high, what are you gonna do then?"
"I don't know," I admitted.
"I tell you what you gotta do then," he said, leaning in conspiratorally. "Start havin' more babies...!"