Went to The Pump Station yesterday.
Naturally the baby whined during the drive, screamed while being weighed and whimpered through our lactation consult.
All the while I sat quietly, looking extremely concerned… and thinking:
"I'm starving. Wonder if I could sneak out and devour the grilled veggie wrap I have in my bag?”
Does this make me a bad dad?
Probably. Definitely.
"Maybe I could bounce her in the other room while you guys talk?"
"Sure honey. Why do you need your bag?"
"Ahm... just in case?"
In case I manage to scarf down a wrap without dripping baba ganoush on Kaia's forehead!
Guess I'd better hang on.
Thankfully Kaia slept for the ride home.
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