Kid Coasts Through a Late Summer Sunday

A cloudy morning in the pool with Raf, bagels in the park, water balloons by the turtles, strawberry ice cream in Gramercy, a jaunt in the swings while jazz plays in Tompkins Square; nothing special

The story here is that yesterday was nothing new or stood out as a discovery of some childhood skill, but that so much happens on a Sunday for us that it doesn’t fit in the dek field of the post editor and I just have to tell you that she ate dumplings for dinner on top of everything else yesterday. Nothing special, sure, but an iconic August Sunday, which we will now always remember.

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