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His role as a father includes, but is not limited to:
Barista
Cook, both short order and gourmet
Cat wrangler
Diplomat -- When dealing with neighbors when said cats run into their apartments.
Baby nurse -- When Andre wakes up in the middle of the night, TR deals with the diaper and the bottle. I have issues waking up.
Masseuse
IT Troubleshooter
ATM

He's a whole year old! And he still looks nothing like me.
Last night after picking up some dinner, I had a strange craving for wine coolers. Wine coolers, of the 1980s, Bartles & James persuasion. Those fruity, sweet and sugary treats that have led many a high school girl to make poor choices at weekend house parties.
Up and down Third Avenue I went, looking in bodegas and grocery stores. Nothing. I went home empty handed, well, with my salad, wondering why it was so hard to find them.
Do wine cooler distributors think that the denizens of Murray Hill are too sophisticated for wine coolers? Let me assure you, we're not. On humid evenings when El Rio Grande and Caliente Cab are too crowded for margaritas, taking a few home to go is a nice alternative. Given the demographics of Murray Hill -- young, professional, perpetually festive -- I submit that a bodega that sold nothing but wine coolers would do quite well.