We had to leave McDonald’s Wednesday when Belle wouldn’t stop licking or touching the play structure with her mouth. We’d gone early so I could get a free coffee and Belle could play. She didn’t have any playmates as the older children were in school and I was busy on my computer. Belle had no other outlet save exploring her world with her mouth.
Belle laughed off my warnings against that disgusting behavior. I buckled her back into the pushchair and let her squirm. I let her out after several minutes, only to see her try it again. I buckled Belle up for real and navigated toward the college. Belle asked for food and pointed toward home instead. We went home and stayed.
We went back for more free coffee on Thursday. I didn’t care how hot or humid it was for eight thirty in the morning. We had to either make a McDonald’s run or tear the kitchen apart. This took time away from the usual Thursday morning time crunch. Blazing hot and pressed for time, I walked forty minutes round trip for coffee (to go!) before walking the thirty minutes on our food run.
Belle napped in the pushchair long enough on our return trip home for me to put our food away and pack a picnic lunch. We walked to the beach for lunch with a moms group. Belle met another Belle (although I didn’t ask if she is called Belle too) at the beach. The girls were born the same year, only a day apart. My Belle rubbed her new friend’s back. New friend Belle shared her banana chips and snack puffs.