Does the Redheaded Baby Come With the House?

Slowly but surely, we are starting to get calls on This Old House.  Last night, I was told by an automated voice on the phone that someone wanted to look at it between 5:30 and 6:30.  This panicked me a bit, because I did not have a diaper bag with me and couldn't make it home before 5:30.  So (to quote my friend C.) I called Oz and told them to stuff the little angel like a chicken before I got there so she could hang until 6:30 without starving.  They did do that, so we were able to take in a successful Target outing in preparation for tomorrow's trip to Minneapolis (yes, dear readers, that is an eight-hour drive from Kansas City without a little angel, and yes, we realize we are insane to drive to the upper Midwest in November under any circumstances).  I love that you can now buy baby food in convenient multi-packs. Wouldn't want the little angel to get bored on vacation.  She did successfully add carrots and applesauce to her repertoire this past two weeks.

Around 6:25, her "I might be hungry soon" whimper had grown into a howl.  I decided to ask the skate punk pirate children next door if they had seen anyone enter the house recently. They looked at me as though I were being polite to the robbers and answered in the negative, so we went in.  I threw the Target bags on the floor, popped the toddler tub in the sink and proceeded to let the little angel smear peas, carrots and rice cereal all over her face and me.  I was, of course, wearing my chili-pepper apron spotted in baby vomit WHEN....

...there was a knock at the door. Opportunity?  No, the realtor. The very late realtor, with two cute yuppie people staring at my apron in something akin to horror.

The realtor apologized for being late and asked if she should come back. Having already let them get a gander at their future (they looked married and child-worthy), I decided anyone fool enough to go househunting at 7 p.m. on the Monday before Thanksgiving must be a potentially serious buyer and let them in.  They very nicely pretended not to notice me, but of course it was hard to ignore the redheaded little angel as she babbled happily at the newcomers and offered them her carrots.  I'm sure they were enchanted.