Another Cold Baby Out There

I guess I am not the only mama who gets input from strangers. A reader shared this tale with me: 

The title of your blog reminds me of a story my mother told me when I was a boy. She said it was in the summer of 1955, not long after I was born, she was taking me to the doctor at Kaiser Hospital on Geary St. She was riding the B car (which became the 38 bus the following year) and she held me in her lap. I was wrapped up in a blanket, but my feet were bare under the blanket. Just as she was about to get up and go to the exit, a gust of wind caused the blanket to blow open and expose my bare feet. An old lady saw that and remarked, "Oh! The poor baby has no shoes, Isn't he cold!" My mother was quite embarassed, but she didn't say anything and got off the streetcar. 

Thanks Dexter!