Jun 7th 2010 By Brian Abrams
Not only is the kid learning to hate the F train for more reasons than its f**ked-up weekend service changes, but what you can't see is that, amid the sweltering underground humidity, Dad has a blanket covering baby's head.
Inasmuch as we don't want to encourage this millennium's bonanza of Brooklyn families, especially in bars
, we gotta say this: Pops, invest in one of those pea slings before you smother the little pisser. You can find 'em all over town.