Greg and I pushed our matching orange strollers to the door of the La Patiserrie vietnamese bakery for a Friday afternoon lunch. I was surprised by how many people were in there for the lunch-time rush. I think we were both worried about whether it would be my son or his who would start crying first. I looked at him, he shrugged, and we went in.
After ordering, both babies seemed to be on the verge of losing it. There is something stange about being in a restaurant with a baby who is starting to make non-adult sounds. NNNNGGGAH! I can’t help but feel like everyone has their eyes on me. EEEERGGG! ILSSHH! Surely they must be thinking ‘that poor man, where is his wife’? GRUMPHHH! I know I am a caring father, Greg is too. The boys are okay, I am okay, there really is no problem. Let them stare, if they really are staring. WAAAAAHHHH!
Greg decides to push Finn outside. Moving him around in the cool air normally puts 3 month old Finn to sleep. When Greg returned, I had finished eating and Eli had finished his bottle. All was good.
It wasn’t until we were walking home that Greg told me about what had happened when he briefly left the restaurant. A woman still carrying her chopsticks followed him outside and said,” I hope you aren’t leaving on account of me! There are plenty of women inside that know exactly what you are feeling. In fact, I think it is great to see two dads out with their babies.
Whoever you were, thank you for saying something. It made both Greg and I feel great about being Dads.