On The Other Hand, Maybe Going Back to Work Wouldn't Be Such a Bad Thing: One of my husband's friends came over to watch a football -- sorry, soccer -- game last week. After the match, he came by the nursery to say his farewells. "Oh," I said, "are you going bye-bye?"

Okay, I had the baby in my arms at the time, so it was easy to cover up. "Say bye-bye, baby!" I said brightly, waving her arm at Uncle Jim. "Bye-bye!" No, I didn't just say "going bye-bye" to another ostensible adult, nope, not me.