Mamma & Papà!

I call these two every day.

The Atlantic sitting between us doesn't help, but when we get together we have a blast.

Particularly if we're in New York City, where:

— The subway “feels like the South Pole.” Most of all, the C line.

— "Is honking a hobby here?"

— Pizza is “really good” but let’s not call it “pizza.”

— The Fahrenheit to Celsius conversion “makes no sense.”

— And forget about the “pound/ounces thing.”

📸 — Mom and Dad having an espresso in Williamsburg, because "what else should I order?"