"If you could go anywhere in the world for dinner, where would it be?" I asked.
"Ruby Tuesdays!" Riley said.
Apparently their mac & cheese is to die for.
As we slid into our booth, Riley stopped to notice a tiny baby in a car seat at the next table. It could not have been more than a month old. She smiled at the little one and I smiled at Riley who until last year did not find babies at all fascinating, just another source of potential ear pain.
She slid into our booth, taking the seat by the window, her Daddy sat beside her. Seth was by me.
Peppy Ruby Tuesday music played overhead and after we ordered, she and Seth started to bop a little to the beat. She went side to side, but she's still not really sure where her body is in space, and she clunked her head on the windowsill next to her, hard.
Her whole body contracted, but she didn't scream. Todd took her under his arm and tried to soothe, her face contorted and turned bright red. Giant tears streamed down, but just a small steady little moan of pain,
She kept looking into my eyes from across the table and you could physically see her trying to keep it together, through the hurt.
"I don't want to scare the baby," she finally squeaked out when she got her words.
This is our child.
Anyone who would exclude her, anyone who is wary of letting their child play with her, anyone who can't see her, they are missing out. To hell with 'em.