So yesterday, Malka and I were walking down 125th street, going into each and every possible store that MIGHT carry swim shoes for Malka, as she starts swim lessons tomorrow. Sadly, all stores have switched to "fall" merchandise. Ah well. I tried.
On our way home, simply walking down the street, someone called out to me: "Adoption?" I kept walking. They said it again: "Adoption?!" I kept walking. He said it again: "Adoption?!... Angelina!"
I kept walking.
And cried a little inside.