|He won't sit on the grass, but he will eat a rib like a popsicle|
Oh well. Lesson learned. Should've foreseen the messy event when he told me he was wearing Zuki's new underpants because I still haven't caught up with our post-vacation laundry.
Joining some dear friends at an outing to the Blues and BBQ festival at Pier 84, we bothered enough people to claim the day as a success. We parents noshed, drank and yelled at our group of kids to stop doing things like this:
|Demonstrating the Grandma Grip|
With top notch blues bands playing in the background, my expectation for the kids was a mini-Woodstock...dancing barefoot in grass taped off with yellow "Caution" tape. Instead, their highlight was seeing our vacation cruise ship from last week, sailing down the Hudson River.
|The Carnival Glory escaping without us|
While Samu screamed, "Wait for me!" I yelled, "Hope you hit a Goldberg!"
What? This is New York, not Iceland.