Dual Citizenship

Yesterday I went to the French Consulate in the City to declare Théo's birth. So I got to the train station and waited for the 7:11am train, among all these workers wearing ties and suits waiting for the same train everyday almost like robots, all looking the same, waiting to be packed in one of the wagons.
Once at Penn Station, I walked all the way up to 74th street, where the French Embassy is located. Hoping that I didn't forget anything, I gave them everything I had brought. Luckily, everything was there and so they registered Théo on the French Records. A round trip to Manhattan cost $18.50 now, and so I would have been upset if I was missing anything and would have had to come back another day, especially knowing that it was only $9.75 a few years ago!
But all was in order now and I could go home happy without rushing. Though, I thought I could maybe catch the next train and so I decided to start running...wow I forgot what it feels like! But this time, in less than 15 minutes I was back at the train station. Sweating but happy I got back there fast but I got also mad when I realized I just missed the train by only 3 minutes...and that the next one would not leave before an hour...shit!
Whatever! With Théo's birth certificate in hand, and his name added to our "livret de famille", he his now officially a French-American little guy, and I'm happy!