Little J

There were little people around the restaurant tonight. Little as in short, unpleasant and abusive. And with no table manners whatsoever. And when I was going like "should we perhaps move to another more quiet table?" M was more into twinkling his eye almost in a flirting manner with this 1-year-old-piece-of-I-guess-sometime-to-be-a-real-person. It was scary to watch. Especially when he was referring to little J... PS. Private joke, which I'm too much of a prude (HAHAHAHAHA) to reveal here :)