I’m walking behind a young boy, maybe four years old, and his dad. They’re holding hands and talking in Spanish, about the parking place they found and something about Mama that I didn’t get. Then the kid says, “We need ta poo.”
Dad says, switching to English, too, “You just went before we left home.”
Kid: “We need ta poo.”
Dad: “Well, I don’t, so if you don’t, then we don’t.”
Kid: “We need ta poo!”
Dad: “Okay, no problem. We’re almost at the park and they have a potty there.”
Whereupon the kid stops, pulls on his dad’s hand, points to the stuffed bear the little girl ahead on the sidewalk is carrying, and says, slowly and loudly because adults can be so dim-witted, what he’s been saying all along: “WINNIE! THE! POOH!”
I love New York.
I love New York so much I made a 2019 calendar. Get yours now while there’s a discount!
All the photos except one were taken in New York. Extra points if you spot that one.(Hint: this isn’t it.)
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