Seth trumps T-rex

So, due to P's disinterest in hand-washing recently, we've been enjoying a number of colds. While homebound, he's been positively Jonesing for Seth. This weekend the weather looked lovely and we were marginally healthy so we told P we would find some time to play with his Uncle. Saturday was beautiful, so we schlepped for an hour on the sub to scoot through a new park on the Upper West. Not planning ahead, we called Seth at the last minute, making a meet impossible. The child was so disappointed that he just wanted to ride in my mei tai. We figured a scoot under a gorgeous canopy overlooking the river would help him find his happy spot so we pushed on with him strapped to my back. When we happened upon a Dinosaur Playground, complete with sculpted T-rex, we figured we were golden. "Wanna get down and play, P?" "No," he sighed, "Let's just go home." "What's at home P?" "Oh, he replied, "Let's just go home {sigh} and make Seth out of Play-doh. {Sigh} We can make Seth and Phoenix out of playdoh and then they can play together."

Is that not the saddest, sweetest thing ever? Needless to say, we called Seth and hopped a train back to Brooklyn.

I don't know why we had felt compelled to leave our neighborhood to begin with. The park was alive, glimmering with new green leaves and kites decorating the sky. Seth brought his skateboard (inspiring P to finally scoot) and frisbee. After tossing the frisbee around P grabbed E's umbrella and was ready to fence. Seth was given the shorter, flimsier, homemade version (the kid doesn't really fight fair yet :) and they chased each other around. He really was in heaven. When it was toothbrushing time we headed home, P begging Seth to join us for a sleepover :)