Whatever mad scientist came up with the idea of parking a whole bunch of different trucks on a street in Brooklyn and lining up kids to sit in the driver's seats should either be awarded a Nobel Peace Prize or charged with crimes against humanity. While standing in an absurdly long line to sit on a tow truck,
surrounded by screaming children, piercing sunlight, and a fair amount of abject chaos, I
was, admittedly, considering a trip to the Hague to press my case. However, after seeing how much fun Mylo had I'm most definitely leaning towards the Nobel. Yet another instance in which parenthood manages to straddle two complete polar opposites.
Of this much I am certain: on a lovely Saturday afternoon in May, we took Mylo to the Touch-a-Truck festival in Park Slope. We sat in a bulldozer, a tow truck, a trolley, and a garbage truck. We had arepa's for lunch, and frozen yogurt for desert. We ran around with Mylo's good friend's Mathias and May (and our good friends Lucia, Juan, and Paul), and a damn good time was had by all.
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| Driving the Bulldozer. Oh yeah. |
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| Chillin' on the Cement Mixer with Mathias |
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| Taking turns driving |
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| Taking it all in. |
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| Waiting in line with Mommy. |
