Blithely, Blithely

. . .  a few weeks ago, two women, probably mothers:

#1 with boy, probably  son, age 6 or so, at his beck and call, hops up from little table of his choosing (she meets his requirements) many times in course of 15–minute muffin breakfast, depositing stuff in trash container or getting napkins. She has an itch.

#2 with little girl, probably daughter, tells her to pick a table, she picked an adult one, settles self there while woman gets muffins, even saving stool for her with her yellow and red mini-backpack, waits. Woman brings muffins, sits on saved stool, crosses long legs, pulls out paper, reads while little girl eats, looking into space, relaxed. A few bites and she's off to the little kids’ area and book shelf, gets a picture book, returns and looks it over.