One day, two tragedies

Today was another quiet day, except for the kidnapping.

Alfie and Carin had the day off for a public holiday, so we went to Sandton for lunch. It was very nice until the hostess at the restaurant kidnapped Mia. While we were sitting down, this lady went on and on about how adorable Mia is. Mia got a little fussy (because of a wet diaper) and the hostess immediately showed up. She said Mia needed some bread to chew on (which does not resolve a wet diaper). She snatched Mia out of my arms and took her to the back of the restaurant. Two issues:

1. Can babies chew on bread? Alfie said to trust the hostess because she was an old Italian lady. She'd probably raised kids and grandkids, so just trust her.

2. Leigh and I have discovered that if someone tries to steal Mia, we'll be of no use.

Thankfully, Mia was returned, happily chewing on a piece of ciabatta. This was all well and good until the bread got soggy and Mia dribbled bits onto my lap and the floor. Thanks, hostess lady. ha

We stopped by the FIFA offices to check on the status of our France/Mexico tickets. They'd sold, which was kind of a relief. The game is three hours away, and I don't think Leigh is up for more driving. He's driving thousands of miles this trip. I'm hoping that a real fan of one of those teams got our tickets.

We shopped a bit and then spent the evening at home with Alfie and Carin. It was nice to hang out with them all day.



We had supper at home and watched Bafana Bafana take on Uruguay. It was a tragic 3-0 loss. We're hoping for a win against France and some mathematical magic to lift SA out of group play. Only two days until we see the US!