Motherhood sans frontiers

Coffee in the morning at Rocco’s; it is a great way to wake.

This morning there is, amongst the mix, a mother and two toddlers, one on a little push-along bike.

The bike has an air horn attached, activated by squeezing a pliable plastic bulb.

At some point the kids start squeezing the bulb and making a horrible noise, a high pitched squeaky number.

The mother, after quite some time, tells them to stop.

They ignore her.

Her solution?

To take herself, her coffee, and the kids outside into the cold and fog because the noise ‘might’ be annoying other patrons (I know this because she told Rocco).

Their lives together sure is gonna be rough, to loosely quote Dylan.