Back in the first few days after my son Emmett was born four years ago, The Wife and Daughter and I took him to the local sushi place for dinner. They’re all very nice there, and one of the waitresses came up and looked in his tiny stroller.
“Looks like his father,” she said.
How, nice, I thought.
“Has a big nose.”
Uh … what?
Yesterday we were outside the Pompidou, a famous museum here in Paris. There was a cartoonist, trying to get people to sit down for a 5 Euro caricature. “I can draw you and the children,” he said to the wife. “No,” she said. “No thank you.”
Then he looked at me. “I can even do the nose.”
Man, Lurch and schnoz in the same week …