I’ve nearly made it through the weekend before Scan Day without losing my mind. However, there is still an entire day to get through with the kids. Young J is having a playdate, and Young A has asked to have a subway adventure. He wants to go to Grand Central and get a cookie. It’s a beautiful Sunday, though, so I’m going to upgrade that to an outing in Bryant Park, the most quintessentially New York park I can think of. Many times I have repaired there after a job interview, or to hear poetry readings, or just to sit at a table on the gravel walkway under the tall trees and pretend I am in Paris. I’ll see if Young A is amenable to being that existential. (If not… there is always the carousel.)

I’ll undoubtedly be exhausted by the end of the outing, but a happy Young A is worth all that and more.