I joined the municipal pool in a neighboring town for the summer. I had not planned well for the first day out there and spent more of the day out in the hot sun than was reasonable. Fortunately, the pool has a concession stand. Lauren chose a hot dog and I ordered a tuna melt and a bottle of water to share. Both sandwiches came with a bag of chips and a pickle.
We sat at a picnic table with our friends, and I fed Lindsay bite-sized pieces of the tuna melt. She is a big fan of grilled cheese, so she ate most of my sandwich, a few chips, and about half of the pickle spear.
She was sitting next to a baby, also eating his lunch in his stroller. He was quite a bit bigger than Lindsay, and struggling to eat baby food off of a spoon offered by his dad. I would guess he was probably about 8 or 9 months old. Lindsay grinned when they made eye contact and waved her food-filled fist at him.
The mom gasped. "Oh my God...are you feeding your baby a cheeseburger?"
"No. It's a tuna melt." I replied. "She likes cheeseburgers too though."
She blinked at me. "How old is your baby?" She demanded.
"Lindsay is just over a year." I replied.
She sighed in relief. "Oh. I thought they were the same age..."
They left very soon after that.