You never know…
Some nice pix of the subway from the era when I was taking the 7 and 6 trains from Flushing to school. Some are a bit staged, but the levels of graffiti and poor lighting are accurate.
Mommy was late getting home last night. About an hour after she would ordinarily have been here, Mini__B decided to take things into his own hands. He handed me his (incredibly tiny) knapsack, and while I held it open, he loaded it with his favorite cars. He then put on his shoes, put on the knapsack, waved goodbye and went out in the hall to stare at the elevators, willing Mommy to appear.
Obviously his efforts were responsible.
Mini__B, like all kids his age, is a walking petri dish. He sleeps through the night just fine except when he’s got a cold, which seems to be half of the time. So both Mrs__B and I have spent any number of nights with him on his bed.
One recent such night, he woke up first and decided to wake me by kissing me on the cheek, rather than his usual two-fists to the belly. My first thought was this cartoon (click to engorge):
If you’re unfamiliar with Krazy Kat, you have my sympathies and my recommendation that you address that failing immediately.
We were walking in Central Park for about 30 min when we stumbled upon a massive hawk having a midday snack of fresh kill squirrel. Yes chunks of the squirrel were falling down below as we stood to watch him. He was HUGE and was not at all bothered by all the people gathering in awe as he tore away at his feast.
Seeing as how life is cheap in Michigan, we decided to let Mini__B drive.