http://www.slate.com/articles/double_x/doublex/2015/06/mommy_and_baby_fitness_class_what_it_s_like_to_work_out_with_your_infant.html

From his spot on the floor, my son looks up at me with a furrowed brow. He scans the left side of the room with suspicion. His peer Jeremy is lying a few feet away but doesn’t make any acknowledgement. They might be friends in another context, another time. In the corner, there are new additions to the class, beefy and older. They are sitting up with dark, unblinking stares. One is wearing a bandana over thin spikes of hair. The other has animal ears built into the hood of his sweatshirt. Eccentrics. In the back, several in the crowd look disoriented, a couple drunk and bloated, their handlers arranging objects of distraction within reach.