The pediatrician's office is small with no windows. To liven up the drabness of the waiting room, they've posted colorful pictures of cartoon owls on the walls, and a TV hanging in the corner plays a kid-friendly movie. The last time we were there, they played Benji; today, it's The Waterhorse.
It's Thursday morning, and another family is waiting with an appointment ahead of us. The mother is dressed in too-tight-in-the-ass gray sweatpants, and the two teenage daughters with her have on hoodies. They all look up from their phones to briefly coo at my baby.
I barely get any cell service in this small box of a room, so scrolling Facebook as this family seems to be doing is out of the question for me while I wait. The boyfriend was at work; otherwise, I would have looked over his shoulder as he paged through reddit looking at funny memes. Instead, I alternate between staring at my sleeping baby and looking up at The Waterhorse as I listen to the family's random commentary.