So The kids pick out some books and the girl wants to go upstairs to a quiet place and read. We are in the History / Politics / Biography section (I could never figure out the Dewey Decimal System, but if it is so great, why doesn't Barnes and Nobel use it?, that is another rant.) I leave my kids at a giant table to go get a copy of the book I am currently reading, Truman, and when I am like 20 feet away I hear the most specular fart in my life. Click here and go to Slo-Mo-Bio for an accurate reproduction. My girl kept trying to read, but my boy thought this was the greatest thing that ever happened in the same room as he was in his life.
Then we went over to the Arch at Grand Army Plaza to play the piano. Really. Play me, I'm Yours. There are pianos everywhere for the summer. They are so 2010, each piano has it's own blog. Very 2010.
Then we mighta broke some rules, but I let the kids get REALLY wet in the spray of the fountain.
And look, it was 1:05 pm. That accurate clock was just over a mile away, atop the Williamsburg Savings Bank Building at One Hanson Place. I got my braces installed there, but that is also another rant.