On the bus with my 3-month old boy on my knee, I was sitting across from three women about my age. They kept looking at my son and smiling as if they were thinking ‘what a beautiful baby’ then they would look at me and scowl as if to say ‘what’s that man doing with a baby?’. It was funny to watch their faces: look at the baby, smile, look at me, scowl, look at the baby, smile…. They couldn’t seem to help themselves.