"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
The people behind me, as I wrestled my own whiney toddler, began very loudly whispering things like: "How many baby daddies do you think she has? Can't even dress those kids for weather. Just wait until she whips out the food stamps."