Mr. Sweetpea had an early flight this weekend which left me with a full Sunday to fill. Here’s what I came up with:
After our visit, we sat in the connected Sony Atrium kicking back with our Starbucks booty (may I recommend the chocolate peanut butter mini cupcakes if you can find them? Whoa.) I said something like, Gee, I was a little disappointed. I thought it was going to be a little better. Which was met with, What? How could it have been any better? It was awesome! Like the best thing we’ve done, ever! So apparently this trip comes kid recommended.
So did I enjoy Sony’s offering? Not exactly. But I notice, with some shame, that I don’t really enjoy many of the things I do for their enjoyment. I enjoy them, sometimes bickering, whiny, ungrateful them. There were lots of flashing lights and other people and opportunities for playing video games. Not to mention that the whole thing is pretty much one big promo for Sony. But I guess sometimes, for some things, I say, if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. We have different interests. We just do. And sometimes, just sometimes, you end up with a gem like this:
At the end of the day we had some time to kill while waiting for our train. Thomas asked to borrow money from me at the Grand Central Market. I resisted, lecturing (once again) that we just had such a nice day and that was enough and blah blah blah. . . but he was so insistent, promised that he would pay me back when we got home and you just have to let me, he kept imploring. He wasn’t letting it go. Fine, it’s your money. Ugh. . . it’s just never enough for them, I think as he walks away.
My boy returns, grinning proudly.
Flowers, for me.