I’m not sure whether this is a uniquely German phenomenon, or whether it would be true in other countries, as well, but having a small baby in Germany is a little bit like having your own rock star in the family.
You see, the Mr. and I have noticed that whenever the GABOJ comes out of his stroller in public, an audible wave of cooing and gooing over him begins. It happens a little less often when we’re in the city center, but if we’re in our neighborhood in the bakery, the grocery store or a restaurant, all we have to do to wow the crowd is whip our little guy out. And the patrons of the hotel we stayed at in Meersburg, the Terrassenhotel Weißhaar (“white hair), actually were mostly 60+ in age, so the GABOJ was the hit of the place. The morning waitress in the restaurant couldn’t get enough of him, and actually looked depressed one morning when the Mr. came down for breakfast on his own while the little guy and I slept in.
Families in Germany tend to be small, an average of 1.3 kids according to a quick Google search, so I guess that may have something to do with it. But the Mr. and I have found it so interesting that we now have a way to charm perfect strangers.
We’re a little biased, but we can see where they’re coming from. He is pretty darn cute.