I recall Central Park in Fall, how you tore your dress

We were driving home from dinner the other night on the main road that our street branches off of. Now, in the summertime, you can see all sorts of people walking down this street, but there's one intersection where all the hoodrats go to be seen and shot at. So as we were passing that intersection, I noticed a couple teenaged girls pushing a baby stroller. Sitting in there was a very cute baby that looked to be about 9 months old, I'd guess. And under one arm, the baby had a 2-liter of Faygo redpop, and under the other arm he had a 2-liter of Faygo orange pop. Something about that just struck me as so ghetto. But, on the up side, at least the baby wasn't smoking. And you have to give it to the girls for using a stroller to multitask like that. Solid.

Lil J also had his 4-month appointment yesterday at the pediatrician's. He passed with flying colors. We have to keep an eye on his croup, but he's measuring really well. He used to be in the 25th to 50th percentiles, but now he's up to the 75th for height and weight. Bruiser! Oddly though, his head is still tiny. But, as a peanut-headed individual myself, I view that as a mark of good breeding.