Topanga Cafe, Kitsilano. December 2011.
Because the lady behind the counter is worried about my baby gnawing on a straw while sitting in my arms (he could get hurt! in so many ingenious ways!) but not the range of bacterial infections that could come from lying down in a public john.
…and just in case you were wondering: the straw is that black line next to the toilet. That was the last time he gnawed on it.
Vancouver, December 2011. Salmon n’ Bannock restaurant.
Because this cute little table was probably intended for more dignified things, but… mamas gotta do what mamas gotta do.
Train from Montreal to Toronto, December 2011.
Because they do sometimes have a changing table in the first class washroom. For short babies up to 33 lbs.
Montreal, December 2011. The empty hallway of our ‘temperature controlled’ storage locker at Beaumont Mini-Storage.
Because I’d rather change my baby in a hallway covered with bits of broken glass than their bathroom floor.
Toronto, December 2011. Saving Grace cafe.
Because they don’t have a highchair, they don’t have a changing table, and they don’t even look sorry when you explain this makes it hard for you to patronize them.
Patisserie de la Gare. Montreal, Fall 2011.
Because they’ve got buns but no place to change them.
St. Henri. Montreal, Fall 2011.
Because fuck the patriarchy.