The babies were back.
They wore hats with reindeer antlers pointing crazily in every direction.
They wore hats that were knitted to resemble, in exact detail, a strawberry, an acorn, and an orange.
They wore hats with long braids hanging down, jingle-bell accents optional.
They wore hats that covered 95 percent of their faces.
Babies make you smile when the menus run out. Babies make you smile when seaters are slow. Babies make you smile when 90 percent of a staff is on a learning curve.
Babies make you take yourself so much less seriously.
I had no idea how much I missed seeing babies in a restaurant.
Until today, when I wanted to kiss them all–as each baby smiled at me.