Being with Meg is like being with a rock star, only with fewer temper tantrums and less vomiting. Everywhere we go people stare at her, and faun all over her, and tell her how wonderful she is. They are willing to give her anything they want just to get her to smile, and hate to see her upset. Up until now I thought this was just a Utah phenomenon since it is less, how do I say this, um "colorful," here than in other parts of the world. Our recent trip to New York proved I was wrong.
People were stopping on the street to stare at her. Waitresses were slipping her lollipops as we came in. Cops were giving her high fives. Street musicians were playing just for her. The way things were going I fully expected Mayor Bloomberg to show up at our hotel with a key to the city. The only person who didn't think Meg was darling? This guy:
This guy not only looked like Michael Jackson, he thought he was him. He was dancing on Broadway and 36th, right outside of Macy's, with a huge crowd around him. The minute Meg saw him and heard the music, she wanted to shake her groove thing. We got her out of the stroller, she started dancing, and no one saw Michael any more. The murmurs in the crowd went from "look at him dance" to "look at that baby dance." Ryan started getting concerned people were taking pictures of Meg. This did not make Michael happy. He came up to Meg, took her hand, and walked her back to Ryan. "They came to see Michael," he said.
We didn't tell him we saw people leave once Meg stopped dancing.
As I said, she's a rock star.