This one happens every time Max and I are out, whether he’s in the bike basket or walking next to me. People I have never met say good morning. People say have a great day. I hear “he’s so cute” from behind me, from sidewalk tables, from people stopped at crosswalks. It’s the kind of attention you’d expect for a minor celebrity. I know, I know. It’s all because of Max. But sometimes it’s tempting to delude myself otherwise.