Ahhhhh, the whimsical life of a Brooklyn Baby. Where babies go to ‘Smorgusburg’ to get artisanal rooftop beets and pickles from a bearded man; where Molly sells kale marmalade. Then off to the carousel where another bearded man with plaid shirt and thick framed glasses awaits. Yes THIS IS BROOKLYN – from the perspective of someone who has only been to about two Brooklyn zip codes since their arrival.
Someone on Twitter sent me a message yesterday related to this story and I couldn’t have said it any better myself. She said: “I hate that these babies get to say they’re born and raised in Brooklyn. That isn’t going to mean what it used to.”