Yesterday, we posted an email about living in Brooklyn without a car from the Park Slope Parents list that a community-minded reader had dropped into our inbox. Today, we have one of the responses to that email that bubbles over with energy. Check it out, because it’s that good:

When I read your post title I could only think of the Beastie Boys song “No Sleep Till Brooklyn”. We’ll walk 5 miles in the the sleet uphill both ways with 50 pounds of shopping bags on the back of the broken stroller with another kid in a backpack and the third in a sling wearing cargo pants to accomodate 3 diapers, 2 sippy cups, lunch, wipes, a cell phone a wallet, keys, crayons a coloring book and 3 “lovies”. Yeah Baby…….Brooklyn – Hardcore!!!!!!

Perhaps a parents group should rerecord the song to say “No Sleep In Brooklyn” I’m a crooner myself – but I’ll do backup. We’ll need someone in the first two months of parenting: sleep deprived, hopped up on coffee and frazzled. We’ll wear black t-shirts and ripped jeans with spit up all over it. This is the closest a human being can actually get to looking like a fashionable drugged out rocker without makeup. Oh we’re so edgy!

We hereby declare this one of our favorite emails ever.