Today we made our way into Boston proper to enjoy an afternoon of hot (but not humid) urban fun. We walked a lot, enjoyed two dips in the Boston Common Frog Pond spray pool, took a spin on the Swan boats, went to a cool bootcamp-style playground along the Esplanade, ate pate sandwiches and took a bike ride along the Charles River, and then gawked at the lavish townhouses along Beacon Street (“What are these, Mama?” he asked. “These are homes. People live here,” I said. “Oh. Do the people have food in the homes?” he asked. Ah yes, that’s my Little Boy: worrying if the Boston Brahmins are going hungry!)
And of course, I forced Little Boy to pose with the Public Garden duckling statues. He was an unwilling model at first, until my unheeded pleas for “Smile! Smile!” turned into “Don’t smile! Please, don’t smile. No smiling, okay? Stop it! Stop smiling! Stop laughing! No, no, no more smiles!” Mommy begging like a fool = guaranteed Little Boy grins.
