I'm so sorry
After the class parent’s trip to the Museum we entered a restaurant with six screaming toddlers, one wailing infant, and eight panicked adults. We stood in a group ineffectually yelling at our children while waiters ran around trying to accommodate with extra high chairs, kid’s menus and crayons.
The patrons who had been enjoying a relaxed lunch put down their cutlery and stared at our group with the most loathing and hatred that I have ever encountered. I longed to run and join them, but I was blocked by my own stroller, so all I could do was mouth “I’m so sorry,” over and over again.