One Day in New York City
In the morning your dad made mancakes from scratch. Then we bundled up and went to the Fire Department Museum, where you ran around pointing out the “old-fashioned fire trucks.” Unable to resist, your dad bought you a little fire engine and firehouse that you played with on the subway ride back to our neighborhood.
We had lunch at a local café. You had scrambled eggs and Mom and Dad had salads. Back home, we took a family nap: all three of us snuggling in bed, with the cat at dad’s feet.
Later your friend came over and our friends came over and you got a set of New York City vehicles and a wooden truck. Daddy made turkey burgers and sweet potato fries because you like them and Mommy made you a rich chocolate cake. When you blew out the candles, your dad was so proud of you for just being you, his little man, his snuggle bear, his brilliant 3-year-old boy.