I find my Chinese calendar baby
The other night, I took a stroll down to Italian Street and found a nice spot to sit and people watch, while I enjoyed a taro bubble tea. As I settled in to my favorite spectator sport, I happened to turn around and notice a man with a young baby sitting at the next table. The baby was the sort of infant that you see on Chinese calendars; sturdily built and of generous proportions, with the sort of cheeks that any Jewish grandmother would die for. He was just so happy, that I thought about asking if I could take…