It was unseasonably warm today -- 60 degrees this afternoon -- and rainy, too. How's that for winter weather in Brooklyn? So during a lull in the rainfall, Marcus and I ventured out into a drenched Prospect Park to get some fresh air.
Lamentably for Marcus, I was compelled to attach the rain cover to his stroller in the event that we'd get drizzled on in mid-stroll. One can understand how confining this must feel, and Marcus ocassionally tried to burst his bubble, so to speak. His mouth was pressed right against the plastic shield in silent protest; the "get me out of this thing!" photo above says it all.