You Kiss Your Toddler With That Mouth?

"...because he doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about!" the guy loading the toddler into the backseat of his car shouts. We pause, mid-weave on our way back home from the bar, more startled than anything else. 

Straightening up from where he's hunched over, he sees us see him, and we, like good New Yorkers, take a mental snapshot of the scene and keep it moving, up the stairs into our apartment.

"Yeah, have some kids and then come talk to me," he says to our retreating backs as we go in, perhaps trying to stave off some judgement from us that wasn't there.