Just after my son was born my wife and I decided that we needed to get out of the house to get some fresh air. We'd been stuck inside adjusting to life with a newborn and we were going a bit stir crazy. Tired and cranky we all set out on a beautiful summer day. My wife and I are active so we went to the nearby tennis court to rally a bit. We sat our new kid in his car seat next to the court so my wife and I could play - he wasn't having it. He fussed and whined from the minute we arrived - I guess we were naive to think we could bring a baby to the court. I was disappointed because I enjoy playing tennis on a nice day but it was clear he wanted our undivided attention. Just as we were about to give up and go home the nicest thing happened. My wife and I had noticed a middle aged, head-scarfed Muslim woman watching us struggle. Eventually, she wandered over and in broken, heavily accented English she offered to mind our son so we could play. Her kind, friendly face told us it was safe.