Saturday, July 26, 2014

Unicorn Time

Today I had some one-on-one time with my middle child. I refer to this experience as "unicorn time," both because these moments are incredibly rare — as are unicorns — but also because we spent a good portion of the day actually discussing unicorns.

Alice was pretty convinced that the William Tecumseh Sherman sculpture was a "shiny unicorn." Pointing out that the horse didn't have a horn was to no avail. (In fairness, there's an angel in front, so clearly something magical is afoot.)


We spent the afternoon at Central Park, which is as good a place as any to bond with a 3-year-old. There's a charming yet manageable zoo.


And a 4-D theater (the fourth dimension refers to them occasionally shooting water at you).


We ate popcorn, had a sketch artist draw a picture of Alice and then rode around the park in a horse-drawn carriage.

It was one of those days where I was both delighted to be spending time with my daughter and delighted by New York City itself: a perfect, breezy summer afternoon spent among pleasant people and easygoing activities.

Unicorn time, indeed.