After a period of years where I couldn’t find creativity with two hands, a magnifying glass and giant neon signs to point the way, suddenly, there it was again.
We Really Live Here Now.
Fear. Fake Zombies. Federico the Poodle.
*Jane, channeling her favorite persona to-date: Wonder Woman. Maybe her new favorite hobby now is doing stunts with Fayez where she pushes him to the ground and yells “I’m a tough girl.” Maybe he lets her because he’s thrilled she’s momentarily distracted from all things princess related. Maybe she wants to wear that crown every time we go out of the house. Maybe I let her because it’s AWESOME.
October. She’s Here. She’s Scary Already.
Sassy Molassy Takes Manhattan
So that’s how my friend refers to Jane’s life here. I have to say, she’s not wrong. Jane doesn’t just live here. She totally owns living here. Her school, riding the bus, the subway, eating out… she doesn’t just enjoy it, she owns it. The other day we were walking to the bus stop and she smiled up at me sweetly and said, “I love New York.” Then we crossed a road, and the driver of a large truck did not stop quickly enough for her taste. As we crossed in front of him, she threw her hand into the air and yelled at him, “I’m WALKING. STOPPPPPPPPPPPP.”
Like. A. Boss.
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