It wasn’t that long ago that I was dining in a Duluth food establishment with a friend and Gwyneth in tow, and the unexpected occurred. Right as our food arrived, a lady at the neighboring table piped up and said that Gwyneth was a beautiful baby and she would be happy to lend a hand by holding her while my friend and I ate. She looked trustworthy, was part of a happy, well-kept family, didn’t appear to be diseased, was within arm’s reach and wasn’t near an exit, so I figured it was fine. It was, and I was easily able to eat my food in peace while Gwyneth reclined in the arms of a stranger with not a care in the world.
Not too long after, I was talking to my sister in New York, and she said that NO ONE in New York would dare offer a hand, nor would a parent hand their child over to a stranger, EVER. (Of course, every situation would need to be carefully evaluated to keep the adorable babies out of the hands of snatchers.) Sure, that maybe would never happen in New York, but this is Minnesota, where the people are nice…well, sometimes.
Shortly after talking to my sister, Wes took me and Gwyneth out for dinner on Mother’s Day. Guess what, there was another nice lady (who I’m sure was not willing to risk being tackled by Wes lest the idea of taking a sweet, innocent, adorable baby every cross her mind) that offered the same services while we ate. How bizarre. Everyone loves Gwyneth, but that’s no surprise.
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