In the heat of midsummer, while I was at the beach, a woman with a private Instagram account sent me a DM that made my brow furrow as deep as a slot machine.

She accused me of treating my newborn baby like an accessory—a satin clutch at dinner. Admittedly, in the picture the woman was referencing, the baby and I both looked fantastic, her pink-ginger complexion giving Ariel next to me, her Jamaican crab. With my boxers and the baby’s nappy, we looked like a Calvin Klein ad, if they made clothes for infants or cast slightly underweight, considerably under-slept dads-of-one. I just replied “Good one” to the woman and blocked her because I can be petty like that.

I’d love to say that I swiftly moved on, but obviously it played on my mind… hence this retelling. As a parent, showing your baby

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