Tonight was a great night for a walk. The sun was setting and the air was crisp and clean but not too chilly. Upon turning the last corner back toward our home, the local pub dazzled our noses with the smell of grilled burgers and tempted our tongues with thoughts of bottled libations. We decided to ditch our dinner plans at home and head to the pub after a quick freshen up of the baby at the house and grabbing an extra layer or two of warmth to mask us against the chill of the set sun.
Our dinner arrives and of course our daughter decides that us giving attention to our food is far less important than her being held and bounced and walked so that she can peer at the other tables and grab as much eye contact as she can with random pub goers. Little was going to come between myself and my much wanted burger and beer, so my less-hungry-half held the baby while I became fixated on my food.
From behind, a nice gentleman approaches us, "Hello there! Let me do my good deed for the day and hold your baby for you while you eat..."
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... "Why that would be wonderful!" My husband and I enjoy our burgers and beers and fries and conversation-while this stranger holds our only child and proceeds to run with her, screaming at the top of his lungs that he's going to kidnap her and toss her into his dungeon of stolen children where they are left to reach near rotten and then chop her up into bits so we can read about her on the Five O'Clock News and have it affect all our future children's lives and leave us in a perpetual state of misery and mourning...
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Oh wait...my mind does wander.
... "That is sweet of you to offer, but no thank you."
... "Are you sure?"
... "Yes, we're sure, but thank you."
I am sure the man was being sincere, but like I'd EVER give my daughter to some strange man in a bar. There's no burger good enough in the world to make me do that.
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