|(She's being goofy.)|
I asked a stranger to snap a photo, promised the kids hot chocolate, and plowed my beast of a stroller through the crowds. I flashed my i.d. to the cops and got past gated areas because I'm an Upper West Sider. It pays to spend a gazillion dollars in rent sometimes. We settled into the overcrowded Starbucks, wished neighborhood friends a happy Thanksgiving, sipped hot cocoa and got chatting with a touristy family. Tourists from Farmington, UT who figured I might be Mormon. I guess we kind of stand out with the mom to child ratio, in New York City.
We dashed home and had to stop the steady stream of toursits flowing by our apartment door so I could heft our beast of a stroller down the 5 steps to our ground floor door. It was my way of putting on a show for the visitors. I am sure they were thinking, "Crazy New Yorker!" Once inside our cozy little palace, I wrapped the kids in warm blankets and finally exhaled!