19 August 2008
Baby + Turban = Tears
I went to lunch with a friend and her young son at an Indian restaurant today. The staff of the restaurant are very nice and LOVE little children. Maybe too much. For the entire hour we were in the restaurant, there were three staff members giving the baby toys, pinching his cheeks, and offering him naan. At one point, I looked up and the hostess had hiked up her sari and climbed into the booth behind ours so that she could peer over my friend's head and make faces at the baby. And every time one of the staff approached the table to talk to the baby, we had to pause our conversation so my friend could instruct the baby to wave and encourage him to smile and not to cry when someone in a turban approached him, which was the baby's natural inclination. Note to self: when there's a baby in tow, eat at the Thai restaurant.
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4 comments:
Oh my. What great staff.
poor indian people. they were just trying to be nice...
That is so funny. Whenever I have a towel on my head which sort of resembles a turban Taylor laughs, points and says, "HAT?" so I guess not all babies would be afraid of turbans.
They were trying to be nice. Next time I wish they would be LESS nice.
Annie--That's funny. Madame the Elder was terrified of turbans as a baby. In fact, Marmot Dad couldn't even wear the hood of his coat, because it freaked her out. She made us put in in her Nervous Closet.
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