Funny looks

I was walking on the street around the Carnegie Museum. I was by myself as Randy and the kids had gone ahead of me to a coffee shop across the street. I noticed I was getting a few funny looks. I tried not to be paranoid, thinking I heard a few giggles behind me.

At the coffee shop, I realized that I deserved every glance, every snicker. I was alone, without kids, and Snowy/Milou/Struppi was sticking his head out of my purse.