It's a cold, windy Sunday, here in New York. Time to curl up with a warm computer, open up my brain, and spew forth.
They were pouncing and springing, sprinting up the steps of brownstones and leaping down, jumping onto each others backs like clumsy ninja, wrestling and brandishing invisible swords - although today, as we had just emerged from the 3D re-release of Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, it was light sabers.
I'd like to say it was the combined influence of the movie and the chocolate milk boost from the lunch we had just eaten, but actually, no, this was par for the course. This is how Ethan "walks" down the street with his friends.
And then I usually become "that mom" the one yelling at her kid from half a block away "Look out! Pay attention to the other people! Don't bump into that baby/old lady/man in a wheelchair!" And apologizing profusely to my fellow sidewalk users.
Yesterday we wisely removed ourselves from Broadway's Saturday swelled crowds immmediately and were headed west to Riverside so the boys could "get their ya-yas out" on the park side of the street, cavorting unimpeded by intersections all the way home.
When we were not quite there, while standing at the street corner to cross West End avenue, I heard my husband yell out, seemingly to the air "They're boys, this is what they do."
When I questioned him what THAT was about, he told me that we had been passed by a nicely dressed woman walking with her one perfectly behaved little girl, who'd had a look of abject horror on her face. He really doesn't like to be judged by strangers.
Me? I'm out with the kids a lot more. I've kind of gotten used to it.
Nevertheless, I started running a fantasy in my head of things I might have added to what my husband yelled out, just to taunt the lady - like: "And one of them will be dating your perfect daughter some day!" or, even darker: "And just think, your daughter will be losing her virginity to one of them someday in the less-diastant-than-you-like-to-think future."
Yes, there are days I'm so glad to have just boys.
|Ethan & friend at Riverside Park cannonballs|
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