We went to Storyland last weekend. Overall it was a successful trip. No meltdowns. The kids loved the rides and the shows. We all ate too much junk food. Driving up, though, we crossed the bridge just before the New Hampshire border (in this picture). Doodles was thrilled. “Look, Mommy!”
“What?” I asked.
He exclaimed happily, “It’s the Triboro Bridge!”
Ah, the sense of direction of his father. Next time the kid misbehaves, I’ll simply spin him around three times and threaten to make him find his own way home.
