Today Falco and I were stopped at a traffic light while driving to the grocery store. It was around 5 p.m. and the sun was shining brightly into our west-facing windows. Falco had the sun right in his eyes and was fussing a little, possibly because of the sun and possibly just because he fusses in the car sometimes. I could see all this in the mirror I have in the back seat to be able to see him while I’m driving and was telling him that we would be moving out of the sun soon. Anyway, I hear the car next to me honking its horn, and I look over to see the guy in the passenger seat yelling and waving to get my attention. I roll down my window, and he tells me that my baby is very uncomfortable right now because the sun is in his eyes. I just said, “Yes, I know, but there isn’t really anything I can do about it right now. Thanks.” I think he was still talking as I rolled my window back up and didn’t look at him until the light finally turned green. I think this was the first time I had a stranger comment on my apparently poor parenting skills. I’m not sure what he proposed I should do about the situation while I was driving, but, luckily, Falco somehow survived the 60 seconds of sun exposure.