I always knew that with little boys you are always one sticky finger away from danger... I just never figured this would happen before my son's first birthday. A few days ago I found myself in a snowstorm in Chicago with my son sans stroller, baby food, toys or car (and car seat for that matter - thanks to grandma for getting lost on your way to pick us up from music class). I thought it would be a good idea to seek shelter in a local coffee shop. Big mistake. I had heard about some non-baby-friendly locales in my fair city - but I never realized how un-friendly some shopkeepers can be to moms with tots in tow (and this store was M-T, you'd think they would appreciate their single customer). So there I am trying to entertain myself and my son. I figure buying us some drinks would speed up our wait time. But as soon as I lifted junior near the counter he decided he wanted to touch, feel and explore the coffee samples. I tried to shift him to the other side of the counter and, of course, right as I'm trying to take the money out of my wallet, my son decided to test the laws of gravity (we have the next Isaac Newton on our hands). Before I can even turn my head I here a big crash - Z managed to knock over a glass canister filled with biscotti. Glass shards and biscotti littered the floor. Of course, the coffee shop owner came out fuming. I tried to explain that my son was only 9 months old and didn't yet understand gravity - but the store owner was already calling the Container Store to get the price on the canister. When he tried to make the Momish pay more than she knew was full-price, don't worry, I successfully managed to find said canister on the store's website on the crackberry, and juggle a coffee and a baby in a snowsuit! I would love to be witty or funny - but the whole experience made me so mad that someone could be so mean when the whole thing was an accident and I wasn't trying to shirk responsibility or anything.
$2.00 decaf Cafe au lait. $8.99 broken canister. $5.00 fifteen chocolate biscotti. Realizing your son is now a toddler and that even if boys will be boys, he needs to be protected from those people who can - gasp - be mean to babies (...and re-learning voo-doo).
Priceless.
And if you are ever on Broadway just north of Belmont - please boycott the small Greek coffee shop on the west side of the street just north of the intersection.