Went for a late lunch at Turtle Bay, my favorite restaurant. And it was packed with families with lots of little kids. Adults were trying to talk to each other. Lots of noise but no crying. It took awhile to get a table for myself.

I read the New York Times while waiting for my food. I watched kids smear food across tables, across themelves and tease their siblings. The parents were determind to not notice but I kept a close watch on the growing mayhem.

Still no one cried. not a child, not an adult nor a wait person.