As promised. A trip to the ice cream cafe that has served the fertile valley for almost a hundred years: Dewars. It was baby Miles first trip and he immediately picked up the scent of whole fat dairy and hand turned marshmallow creme.
The lights at Chuck E. Cheese were too rainbowneurotic to ignore. My child and I were equally thrilled by the prospect of skee ball where we, unsurprisingly, totally ruled.
The Chocolate Covered Banana of Ill Repute.
Uncle Godfather and Miles in front of a portrait of Diego Rivera at the local art museum, where a doctor's private collection of Mexican and South American pieces currently hang.
You said it.
Hold onto your canzones because the last day of every month is now officially known as Funday. I'll remind you ahead of time and you can post your photographic evidence at your own blog. Think of it as our communal little way of being accountable for having some yuks, realtime. Stay tuned for instructions...