Photobombed

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I'm tempted to leave this captionless. We were leaving IKEA via the escalator/ramp thingy (note that Eamon is helping carry his own high chair). I didn't pay attention to the background.

(I don't have the digital version handy, but there is a similar photo of the ladies at our wedding with a random baby floating over my shoulder. Baby photobombed, that's us).

ps- Steve G, what's the caption?