Here he is with Uncle Suzanne. Oh, I mean Tante Suzanne. (We think that the people at the hospital thought I was a boy. On Thursday, there was a crotchety weird old guy standing outside the entrance to my apartment building. As I passed by him, he muttered, "What are you looking at, young man? You better look away or there's gonna be trouble!" I was not sure if he was talking to me or this 12 year old boy who was walking the other direction.)