I was sitting in a coffee shop today for a couple of hours trying to banish the blues with caffeine and carrot cake when something caught my eye; the same thing that always does in my situation. A kid.
You see because I don't live with my own every day anymore, other people's catch my eye like never before. As a daddy I have a bit of a knack for noticing when they need a bit of attention and they're not getting it. A few smiles later, maybe a bit of "where's the baby?" hide and seek behind a menu or a book and all is well in their world again, if not mine as little people like that invariably remind me of my own.
I love doing this except in the circumstance where the parent involved gets a glance at what you're doing and, very rarely admittedly, gives you a dirty look as a suspected pervert.
Sad world we live in where this has happened to me a couple of times. You feel like you have to explain yourself "No, no it's ok, I have kids of my own!!" As if that makes it any better.
Today wasn't one of those days but today he didn't smile either. Maybe I'm losing my touch.