Written on Sunday, September 09, 2007 by Jessica
A few weeks ago, I met Baby's Daddy and Seth for lunch at Wendy's. I had to laugh when Baby's Daddy pulled Seth out of the vehicle. As my mother would say, he looked like an orphan child. Filthy face, messy hair, no shoes or socks, dirty white onesie -- not at onesie outfit, either. Just the plain, old tighty-whitey variety.
I'm sure the people who saw them thought they were cute. After all, as a daddy, Baby's Daddy was doing the best he could. But then he handed the child to me and ran off to the restrooms.
A woman in line actually stared at us, which is nothing unusual in itself. People always look at us and then smile because who can resist smiling at a cute baby? But instead of smiling back, this woman looked away when I smiled. That's when I realized what was going on. Instead of being a hapless daddy doing the best he could, I was clearly an unfit mother who can't take care of her child's basic needs. We weren't cute. We were disgraceful.