It's funny, each morning after the pancakes, making the lunch and getting his schoolbag together, you'd think we have a good routine. This morning started out almost the same way, other than he was walking out the door with no shoes on. He was moving the speed of molasses, so he had to down the pancakes at record speed. We are now eating them stacked, but cut into perfect squares or rectangles to satisfy is OCD with symmetry and equal parts. We head to the car and we are at the gate when a very long arm shoots over my head, and the boy yelling "Squirrel Those things are craaaazzzzy! It's going to be a good day" I had to agree.
We always have good conversations in the car; or more like me running down my mental list of all things we didn't accomplish the night before. He mentioned that we are a "well oiled machine" and that we have found a good routine. I think during the week, that is sorta true, but I like to pride myself on the fact that we truly are anything but routine. Take the past two weekends.......we were in NYC.
The Wheelchair
A good friend had ACL surgery and is laid up in her tiny NOHO apartment for about 6 weeks. The boy has adopted her as his big sister here in America and wanted to go visit to make sure she was ok. Last weekend, we did and when we arrived we promptly had a milkshake delivered to her apartment for him. Your in New York, what else should you be doing....Empire State Building, Times Square...no, we had a milkshake delivered. As I digress.....this past weekend we went back up for a visit but took along a wheelchair so we could get her out and about and head over to Brighton Beach for some AWESOME Russian food and a stroll on the boardwalk. My friend was trying to use her crutches down the street so the boy started pushing himself in the wheelchair, down the street, into a streetsign, then skidding almost into a car door because he didn't know the thing had breaks. The kid has a 34" inseam. That is some long legs, how it had not occurred to him to use them before hitting the car is far beyond my comprehension. We grabbed him just in time. Meanwhile, we have exchange student #2 with us. He is 15 and from Germany and has NEVER been to New York, or Philly or any big city for that matter. His village is in what was East Germany and has a whopping 1000 people. Welcome to NY kid, here how about a ride in a wheelchair.
Brooklyn
The weekend before, as I mentioned, the boy and I were in NYC and headed over to Brighton Beach and had one of the best meals EVAH. So, we loaded up the 6 of us and drove to Brooklyn to check out the beaches and eat some GOOD FOOD! Brighton Beach is about a mile down the boardwalk from Coney Island. We decided to head that way, then come back up and have some lunch. It was a brisk and sunny day and the boy was content pushing his big sister down the boards while #2 was taking it all in. We came upon a protest!!! We joined the protest!!! Coney Island was bought up by Luna Park and they are shutting down businesses that have been there for over 70 years. The boys got signs and T-shirts that said Save Coney Island and I bought out everything fried for them to try. This included: Corn Dogs, Shrimp, Chicken Strips, French Fries and Funnel Cake. All washed back with Cokes. NICE.
After this show, we decided we needed to get back to some normalcy and head into Times Square to watch it light up as the sun went down.....after #2 had yet to experience this........
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