Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1/Airport./Baby
It wasn’t until I sat down and sorted myself out that I realised that all was not well with the little family opposite. Mummy was holding the baby; giggling it up and down, presumably in an attempt to keep it quiet, while at the same time having a heated argument with the man sitting next to her.
Whatever it was he’d done wrong, the man was trying to placate her, but without success. I looked around to see if there were any better seats, but it was pretty crowded. Eventually, the woman thrust the baby at the man, picked up a book and more or less turned her back on him. He sat it on his lap and talked to it in that silly way people talk to babies; “who’s a pretty girl then,” he said, tickling her on the bare bit of tummy that was showing between her nappy and her vest. A couple of five-year-olds ran past and distracted me; they were just in the age range I was most interested in.
When they’d gone and I looked back at the man opposite, he had the baby laid out across his lap and was checking to see what was in her nappy. I couldn’t smell anything, so I guess it wasn’t too bad, but he said something to the woman, stood up set off in the direction of the toilets carrying the baby. My knowledge of babies was practically zero, but something in my paedophile brain made me get up and follow; I guess I was hoping for a look at some baby pussy - who knows?
Naturally, there were no baby-changing facilities in the gents, so he sat down on a WC but didn’t bother to close the door
What do you do?