I was going down in the elevator to pick up some stuff from the car, and I had Nora in my arms. An older couple joined us in the elevator, and the woman immediately smiled when she saw Nora. The usual baby-conversation started a little different this time: “how old is he?”.

In a split second I had to decide whether to correct her mistake, probably guided by Nora’s non-pink outfit, or just let it go. I smiled and replied: “oh, two months”. She smiled again and said: “oh, see, he’s looking around!”.

When they left the elevator she proclaimed: “Such a handsome boy!”