New Yorkers will be mumbling for the rest of the weekend about the strange, shrill sound that was echoing through the streets of Manhattan this afternoon. Not us though. We know exactly what that was about.

We spent a couple of hours at the Museum of Natural History (highest recommendation, by the way), then had lunch at an American hotspot on 72nd and Broadway (McDonald’s). We capped off our afternoon with a cookie from Levain Bakery.

It was then that the boy decided that he was not happy, and expressed his discontent with cries of Mama, Mama as we trekked down the sidewalk. For the whole 45-minute walk.

I’ve found that New Yorkers rarely turn their attention to anything. Not the subway speeding inches in front of them, not the taxi driver yelling at them as they jaywalk, not the movie star who walks by.

However, Cool Baby turned plenty of heads today. At least a dozen people couldn’t help but look as we approached, just having to check out who/what was making the shrieking.

I’ve tried to tell myself that I don’t care what people think; I don’t care if they’re judging us. Everyone who has a kid understands. I mostly believe that, but it still bothers me a little.

Honestly – do you judge the parents of screaming kids?