Before I write this post I need to give some props to my husband. For him, this was a working vacation which meant he was up, out of the hotel room and in an office every morning by 7:00. I received text messages around 8:00 saying things like "Hope I didn't wake you guys up."
I would reply around 10:00 saying things like, "Nope, just rolling out of bed and off to [insert fabulous breakfast spot]." Poor guy! He was such a good sport.
My child-centered approach to NYC fell apart a bit on the second day because, as Child #2 pointed out, "How am I supposed to know what there is to do." He wanted to go to Times Square and visit Toys 'R Us and aside from that he didn't have much of a vision for the day.
Luckily, I have plenty of vision and decided to put both kids on the subway and head over to the lower east side to sample the pancakes at the Clinton Street Baking Company. We arrived and were informed there would be an hour wait. "No problem," I declared. "Text me when our table is ready?"
"It's like drinking liquified chocolate," Child #1 informed me. And it was. So much so that I witnessed a first. Two kids who only finished half their cocoa.
The Clinton Street Baking Company welcomed us with the world's friendliest waitress. Not only did she chat about manicures, she advised me one order of pancakes would be more than enough for Child #1 and #2 to share.
After pancakes, we headed off to Soho to visit the Museum of Comic Books and Cartoons. We located the address, no problem, only to be told by the security guard this particular museum no longer exists. I told the kids the museum's disappearance was a perfect metaphor for NYC.
The city is in a constant state of flux.
Our morning was salvaged by various works of street art in sculpture form. Again and again my children found our impromptu and unexpected street sculpture discoveries more viscereal and interesting than anything they saw in museums.
That night we visited the High Line.
Both children availed themselves of the wooden chaise lounges with a perfect view of the Hudson River and Child #1 declared the High Line to be, "the best park in New York."
Stop by on Friday to read more of my quirky guide to NYC with kids.