I wrote about the NYC Dance Parade two years ago, when it was not raining. Last year, it rained, and we did not go. This year, it rained again, and we went. This year was the best year.
dad
p.s. The dream house plan reads as follows:
“It’ll have four floors and a porch and a bunkbed in case I want to have a sleepover. Also it will have a big fluffy couch and a turquoise picnic blanket. In the bathroom, the walls will be made of marble, but with a special coating that keeps them from turning slippery, and in the basement, there is a keyboard that lets you play all different songs but there is a button that just plays ‘Carol of the Bells’ and there’s an elevator that you would never get stuck in, and that’s for Grandma and Yeh-yeh and there are fluffy stairs with custom-made slippers so you don’t mess up the stairs. And a turquoise beanbag.“
This was at 7 am.