Today an older man (who was enjoying a coffee and book on the indoor side of the window where we were sitting outdoors at Barnes & Noble/Starbucks) came outside to ask if he could do anything to help me. I imagine he witnessed and heard the commotion that ensued after Ryan toppled his chair and fell to the ground while trying to pet a puppy; and then he witnessed me sprawled out on the sidewalk trying to calm a screaming baby and a screaming Ryan, while also trying to upright the chair. I must have looked like I was in dire distress. The man said “you look like a good mother- but do you need any help??”

For real, everything we do these days turns into a scene.