Fawn had a performance at the Chocolate Claim this evening. I brought Jade and Halia down so they could see her sing, but we had to leave early or suffer the consequences of overdue bed times.
With Fawn back at half-time work, Halia is experiencing a bit of separation anxiety. That's why, when we left the Chocolate Claim and Fawn didn't come with us, Halia had a bit of a meltdown.
"Mama! Mama! Mama!" she cried longingly as I lugged her to the car, "Mama! Mama! Mama!" It sounded like her world was about to end.
With some urgency I instructed Jade to "Get in the van. Hurry."
There were two young women sitting on the outdoor patio. They were frozen, staring at me. I could read their faces like a book.
It didn't help matters when Jade pointed at our car - the one that Fawn used to bring herself and her equipment to the gig - and said, "But that's our car there, right?"
"Yes," I agreed, "Now get in the van."
Our observers were now turning to each other. Again, their expressions were easy to read.
What should we do?! He's abducting those children from the coffee shop! What should we do?!
Honestly, I'm a little surprised I haven't had a visit from the police by now.