With the weather being nice and warm, you and Baji decided to take your five year old and your eight month old to the park. Baji had just sat down with you on a bench after helping Toma on the monkey bars.

"He's getting pretty big these days." You sighed, missing when your baby boy needed you. Baji nodded and leaned back, "At least he's not on an ipad."

You understood what Baji meant. All the kids you saw anymore had their own phones. It was saddening, seeing kids lose interest in the beautiful parks.

As you were lost in thought, your eight month old, Hana, began to cry. It was about time for her to eat anyway. "Baji, could you get me the cover out of the diaper bag?" You started to get Hana set up. Baji dug in the bag for a second, then grumbled, "S'not in here."

Both of you had forgotten to grab the cover, though it wasn't a big deal. You only covered up to be mindful, but it wasn't necessary. You got Hana lat he'd easily, rocking her as she fed. And everything was fine, until a random woman approached you.

"Excuse me?" She made a polite smile, but you and Baji knew some bullshit was about to follow, "Shouldn't you cover up if you're gonna be exposed in public? There are children here, after all."