Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Lunchtime.  Foodcourt.  Three women and two babies sit down at the table next to me.  The babies look to me to be under a year old (can't really tell because they're in strollers), they're active and interested in stuff, eating solid food and putting food and bottles in their mouths themselves, although they can't quite handle a spoon.  The women take turns going to buy their lunches, and the two who remain at the table take turns feeding the babies solid food that they've brought.

As one woman returns from fetching her lunch and another stands up to leave, all attention is momentarily turned away from one of the babies.  She grabs a Mini Babybel off the table and starts playing with it. I don't think the Babybels are for the babies (they'd previously been feeding the babies little pieces of cheddar cheese, and who brings two kinds of cheese for an infant?) so I watch to see what happens. In the process of playing with the Babybel, she manages to get the wrapper off.  She throws it on the ground with the practised look of an adult trying to look like they're littering accidently.  Then she figures out how to get the wax off.  Then, with the same practised look, she throws the cheese on the ground and puts the wax in her mouth!  Just as I was wondering whether to intervene (I have no idea how poisonous that wax is) one of the women notices and takes the wax away from her.  The baby glares at her and throws her stroller rattle on the floor in protest.

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