Left Holding the Baby

Sometimes I think my husband and I are the last “double income no kids” couple in Orange County, an anomaly living in the land that birthed Disneyland and Knott’s Berry Farm. We’re both the babies in our respective families, the youngest kids in our clans. It’s a well-cared-for position that even now at 50-something I’m loath to give up. We go to Pixar and DreamWorks movies in the middle of the day, and any popcorn we buy is ours alone.