The New Yorker's latest cover is an ode to city-fleeing parents.
I like how the artwork efficiently conveys the situation: You see that the couple is expecting their second child. The mom gapes at real estate prices while the dad thinks of an easier life on the other side of the Hudson River.
Still, what kind of bozo puts on a suit and then wears his baby FACE IN?
Never point the vomit nozzle toward you if you're wearing work clothes, dude. No wonder this couple can't hack New York living.