Saturday morning after Halloween brought the scaries. My tiny 24-seat restaurant turned into a daycare-cum-zoo: four toddlers crawling under tables, gnawing on jars of fancy homemade jam I’d displayed for take-home, houseplants knocked over as parents cluelessly lingered over $24 brunch plates. My team and I darted between tables cleaning up spilled potting soil and tucking chairs back into place. One parent looked up at me and smirked, “You don’t like kids, huh?”