Better than a latte delivered to you in bed, my parents treat us with the best Sunday gift. When all of Brooklyn is still asleep, they come and gather up Ru from our sleepy bed. They pack him up and stroll him directly to the best cafe we have ever known, Cafe Regular. Noah and I get to sleep til 10, knowing that our baby is really living the good life, surrounded by apricot croissants. Sometimes they even bring us home a latte. So good, so sooooo good.
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