Years ago, when my oldest son was about ten months old, we took him with us to the Grand Hotel & La Pace, a fabulous, luxury resort in the hills of Tuscany. The daily barbecues by the pool – complete with sides of beef roasting on spits – were the highlight of The Lawyer’s day. (Big surprise!!) Of course, that and the fact that he was surrounded by female guests, each in the skimpiest of bikinis, who constantly fawned over the cuteness of our son. After lunch on the day we were scheduled to return home, I went up to the room to finish packing, leaving my husband to babysit until we were ready to go. He returned to the suite a while later, obviously still both in food shock and the aftershock of being surrounded by so many stunning Italian women at one time. But something was definitely missing.
“Bob, where’s the baby?” I asked, my heart pounding out of my chest.
“Oh my goodness,” he cried, suddenly realizing what exactly was missing. “The baby!! I left him at the pool in his carriage.”
Needless to say, the baby was just fine and being watched over by his fans, the usual bevy of bathing beauties. Suffice it to say, though, The Lawyer never did that again!!