i’m pretty tuckered out, so this’ll mostly just be visual. the boy is off school this week, so we’re all about finding Something To Do. today, we went to the bronx:
seriously. the bronx. chickens, horses and pony rides. miss thing was very excited about the pony ride…in concept. her whole time aboard the beastie, however, she was saying, “…mama….mama….mama…let’s go home….mama…mama…” she liked the chickens better, i think. the boy would have nothing to do with the pony ride to even begin with, but we all saw that coming, didn’t we? he seemed to like our friend jonathan’s shirt better.
btw, the pony was named madonna and the trainer was benny. both were very sweet. so is jonathan.
tomorrow: Ikea!
I’m loving it that the pony from da bronx was named Madonna. That woman is timeless and borough-less! As are pony rides (and the fear they inspire!).