I share a fair number of items on Facebook and Twitter because they strike me as “so New York it hurts” stories. Typically, though, those items are about narcissists and/or nitwits making a botch of child-rearing.
Well, this is also a “so New York it hurts” story, but a thoroughly wonderful one. Why do I love living in here? Because I was touched by this story but not particularly surprised by it.