This morning Ari and I rushed around getting ready for his pre school’s trip to Governor’s Island. I was so tired that I decided to wear the same clothes I wore yesterday, even though I had a giant peanut butter stain on my pants.
We managed to get out the door, and onto the subway. We were late, as usual, so I frantically asked the subway booth person which was the closest handicapped accessible station to my destination. I did not want to carry my stroller up several flights of stairs. She kindly handed me this:
How nice! I thought to myself. Now I actually know which stations have elevators! To think I’ve lived in New York City all my life and this is the first time I’ve received this information.
We got on the train, and Ari started freaking out.
Then he ran away and found a stick.
In a little while, the Children’s Museum opened, and there was a big arts and crafts fair. At the fair, he was introduced to flubber.
We tried to make a “dinosaur egg,” (which means putting paper mache material on a balloon to re-create an enormous egg) but Ari loves balloons so much that the thought of putting paper mache on a balloon made him very mad.
Then we hitched a ride with an Island security guard back to the ferry. I told him I was pregnant and tired. He obliged.
We made it on the ferry back to Manhattan, but Ari was exhausted. I couldn’t even get him to look at the camera.
And then he…
Unfortunately, I could not join him.