Making national news was the last thing we expected on our quiet summer getaway to Maine this week.
One rainy morning, my husband, baby daughter and I went out for breakfast. We had stayed overnight in Portland, a place close to our hearts where my husband spent a lot of time in the Coast Guard. He suggested we grab breakfast at this diner he knew of. We figured it would have quick service and be family friendly.
When we arrived, we were told there would be a 30-minute wait for a table. While not ideal, we knew that on a Saturday morning in a tourist town, there would likely be a wait everywhere.
We finally got a table and ordered food. I ordered pancakes for my daughter, which took about 40 minutes to arrive. At this point, my 21-month-old was getting antsy, as I imagine most would when they have to sit in one place and wait for a long time. She wasn't having a meltdown, so we decided to stay in our corner booth rather than go outside in the rain. In the noisy diner I didn't see anyone looking at us or think we were causing a disturbance. (If that had been the case, we would have gladly taken our baby outside.)
When the food came, my daughter was still fussing. My husband and I decided that we would eat our food quickly then leave.