So Many Kids . . . So Many Screaming Kids!

Tuesday was a great day because my babe got to stay home from work - so we had a play day before I flew to New York.

He’s working so hard trying to (insert something science-y here)that he deserves a little break every now and then. 

So I cleaned up a bit before taking him to a bona fide American diner for breakfast.  Beyond liking the comfort food, my very German hubby loves the fact that Americans give free refills on drinks and was equally pleased to get his second and third cups of coffee for free.  

Even better, this amazing little diner had a five dollar breakfast special (it’s called the “three coin diner”) - 2 eggs, 2 sausage links, 2 (gigantic) pancakes and 2 pieces of bacon.  

Here’s the difference between my husband and me.  I immediately gave back the menu and told our lovely server that I would have the morning special.  My husband took five more minutes with the menu and another cup of coffee before arriving at the same conclusion :-D

We then went to the aquarium which was small but definitely worth the visit.  The entire staff were super friendly and eager to tell us about how to save the oceans.  We also got to pet some jellyfish and a sea anemone.  There was also a sting ray petting exhibit but the sting rays were simply not here for it!

So . . . Kids.

My husband and I want kids eventually, but there’s nothing like being around a bunch of screaming toddlers in public that makes you want to ball up that nagging paternal instinct and throw it away.  The kids at the aquarium were actively trying to be as noisy as possible - because it was an echo chamber.  I didn’t know if I should blame the parents or pity them.

I was . . . Disciplined as a kid and never dared act out in public the way these kids did.  I don’t know - maybe that’s the way kids are supposed to be?

My mom told me she just tuned us out - our screams became white noise and she lived very peacefully whilst everyone else suffered.

Must be nice.

Later on that day, I flew to New York on a plane with a bunch of kids and tried to emulate my mother . . . And every time I reached the gates of nirvana (Whilst listening to the Beyonce Homecoming album), the piercing screams of half a dozen toddlers sent me into a silent rage.

But they were cute . . . kind of!

PS - Would you like to see photos of our adventures? If so, navigate over to the photo gallery to see all of our shenanigans in living color.