Little Boy and I returned home from our big Mommy-Son Amtrak trip to New York City on Sunday night, right at that precarious time cusp when I’m ready for dinner and he’s ready for bed. He half-heartedly lobbied for a bit of television, knowing instinctively that watching The Lion King on the train maxed out his allotted daily passive screen time. When I shook my head, Little Boy immediately threw in a bid for coloring. Which was, of course, immediately granted.
“Draw a picture of something you saw this weekend,” I suggested as I opened the crayon box and tossed a few sheets of paper in front of him. I don’t think he understood, but he complied all the same, rendering New York City in all its complexity and chaos and crowdedness (and with a river — that squiggly s at the bottom –to boot):
"NYC" by Little Boy
