Scene seen in Córdoba (southwestern Spain), late in December:
Totally cute scene at breakfast bar. I’d just ordered my first breakfast (coffee and tomato toast, did you guess?) when a dad came in with four-ish boy child, obviously known in the place as both members of wait-staff greeted child by name Alvaro before saying hi to dad. Well. Cute part was when two of dad’s male friends came in. Big smoochies for Alvaro, then the three launched into a conversation about Alvaro’s mom, very pregnant with due date in about two weeks, how she’d prefer to be at home to not run risk of going into labor at work but doc isn’t ready to recommend rest, so she’s sticking it out.
Then they started chatting about whether or not it would be good for baby to be born still in December instead of January because that decides when she/he would start school, and they all must be very participative young dads as they starting talking very knowledgably about level of baby-ishness or not among kids at preschool, depending on their age, some arriving in strollers, and others evenwith pacifiers (that must be left at the door), how just a few months makes a lot of difference at that young age, etc.
And I’m thinking, wow, have things changed or what? and southern Spain is more traditional than Madrid. Yay! you go, guys! Totally cool daddies!