Friday, May 27, 2011
Oh look, it's a small messy human.
When babies like that look at me, or grab my apron, or basically do something that demands attention, I'll give it. Otherwise, I treat them like a grabby piece of furniture, carefully setting things out of their reach and being sure not to hold things over their squishy little heads. Mom and dad got perfect service, quick and efficient and friendly. They said their food was delicious. And yet they left me a big fat nothing, and I suspect it's because I didn't fawn over their youngest crotchspawn. I did say she had adorable little shoes, isn't that enough?