Baby Talk

I work with this chap, Lio, who’s a tall guy with a conceptually shaven head & beard and a couple piercings. He bets on football games and horse races. He’s adorable but if you don’t know him he looks like someone you wouldn’t want to provoke. During a downtime of the day, this other dude comes over, a fat guy with huge hands who appears to work in another restaurant nearby. I eavesdrop on their conversation, since sorting out dishes doesn’t ask for the deepest concentration. I hear them chat about their babies, both firsts for them. I was pretty astonished by the turn that took the exchange, soon enough they were talking about what his or his paediatrician advised nutrition wise and here they were, passionately claiming the merits of organic vegetables and specific oils to nurture their beloved offspring. Soon enough they were exchanging addresses of markets and shops and it was adorable, cause clearly they weren’t vegan hipsters, they had never eaten organic food in their lives, they were just deeply concerned daddies. I had a silent cute attack.