We continued through to the Kitchen. A little boy, maybe five years old, was sitting on a booster seat eating something that looked like Cream-of-Wheat. He waved at me saying something. His Mom immediately reprimanded him, probably for talking with food in his mouth. Oh how I wish I could understand what they were saying.
The lady led me over to the table and had me sit down. She pushed in my chair and walked away. I looked at the boy and started looking around the room. I was interrupted when the lady came back and started fastening a bib on me. I tried to explain that I didn’t need this, but she continued. I tried to take it off and again found my hand slapped and told something in a stern voice. Okay, I guess the bib stays.