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Cumberland Fest Addendum
I told Teri and Sebastian about my carnival post, and they reminded me about one more event that might be interesting.
Oh, make that two: Sebastian wanted me to write about the three or four wasps that we saw going into an abandoned cup of frozen lemonade. He found that fascinating and terrifying.
Anyway, when we came back to the fair with Teri we stopped first in the "food court". She was starving, and needed a late lunch. As she ate (and Sebastian and I sampled), a youngish mother sat at the table next to us. She was carrying a small baby and had two other small children with her, if I remember correctly; one of them was a young girl, perhaps three years old.
It soon became obvious that she was going to nurse the baby.
Um. How shall I put this? I'm all for breast-feeding. When Sebastian was born I urged Teri to do it. And it should be legal to do it anywhere - women should NOT have to do it in the bathroom or anything like that.
That said, I'm still male. When breasts are out and about, even in a nursing capacity, I notice - and get embarrassed. Well, in that context, anyway. So I looked in the other direction, not pointedly (I hope), but just to avoid staring. I also kept an eye on Sebastian, but he didn't seem to notice what was going on.
A few minutes later the wasps came around, swarming around the woman, her baby, and her children. Are wasps attracted to milk the same way that they're attracted to sugary drinks? I don't know. The kids noticed them first, and started to shriek. The mother panicked and stumbled away from the picnic table - an awkward and embarrassing situation for her, I'd think. I suspect that there was a certain amount of exposure, although I wasn't looking too carefully.
The little girl was trapped between the table and the attached bench. A wasp was right in her face, and she was starting to scream. The mother tried to come back to help her, but she had one kid grabbing her and the baby still attached to her breast - "I can't help you!" she shouted. Teri was more abreast of the situation than I was (sorry, the pun was inevitable), and jumped up to shoo the wasp away and get the little girl out of there. The mother thanked her, and then they all left the area.
Oh, make that two: Sebastian wanted me to write about the three or four wasps that we saw going into an abandoned cup of frozen lemonade. He found that fascinating and terrifying.
Anyway, when we came back to the fair with Teri we stopped first in the "food court". She was starving, and needed a late lunch. As she ate (and Sebastian and I sampled), a youngish mother sat at the table next to us. She was carrying a small baby and had two other small children with her, if I remember correctly; one of them was a young girl, perhaps three years old.
It soon became obvious that she was going to nurse the baby.
Um. How shall I put this? I'm all for breast-feeding. When Sebastian was born I urged Teri to do it. And it should be legal to do it anywhere - women should NOT have to do it in the bathroom or anything like that.
That said, I'm still male. When breasts are out and about, even in a nursing capacity, I notice - and get embarrassed. Well, in that context, anyway. So I looked in the other direction, not pointedly (I hope), but just to avoid staring. I also kept an eye on Sebastian, but he didn't seem to notice what was going on.
A few minutes later the wasps came around, swarming around the woman, her baby, and her children. Are wasps attracted to milk the same way that they're attracted to sugary drinks? I don't know. The kids noticed them first, and started to shriek. The mother panicked and stumbled away from the picnic table - an awkward and embarrassing situation for her, I'd think. I suspect that there was a certain amount of exposure, although I wasn't looking too carefully.
The little girl was trapped between the table and the attached bench. A wasp was right in her face, and she was starting to scream. The mother tried to come back to help her, but she had one kid grabbing her and the baby still attached to her breast - "I can't help you!" she shouted. Teri was more abreast of the situation than I was (sorry, the pun was inevitable), and jumped up to shoo the wasp away and get the little girl out of there. The mother thanked her, and then they all left the area.