This morning before school, Jenn announced sadly, “I miss New York City. I like it best.”
Though I wholeheartedly agree with her, I asked her why she missed New York, as if that were the craziest notion in the world.
Jenn: Because I really, really like playing in Central Park.
As always, trying not to cry, I point out that I miss Central Park, too, but that it will be there when we go back to New York. We chatted a little about the Balto statue, the candied peanuts that cost $3 in the park but only $1 on 73rd Street and playing on “her” rock. And because she’s four, she moved on.
Until dinner. She again mentioned that she missed New York.
Again, I acted surprised: Oh?
She continued: Yes. I want to go to J and C’s house. And I want to eat those little bags of chips that they have in the garage. I want to eat bags and bags…
So a Costco trip is in my future, because I can’t deliver Balto or our NY babysitter or our friends or the other things we miss, but I can certainly stick some little bags of Cheetos in the garage for the kids to sneak, for a while. Maybe some Doritos, too.