Why do parents like to torture themselves so? It was a perfect Sunday to laze around the house, maybe watch a movie or two, perhaps even take an afternoon nap and then order takeout for dinner. But what did we do? Packed both kids for a cold day out and took them across the river to Times Square so they could see the dinosaur and ride on the ferris wheel at Toysrus. Though I guess we weren't the only ones who were out to torture themselves in this weird and painful way. Almost every other parent in the tri state area seemed to have had the same idea AT THE SAME TIME. The consolation was that they were all equally unhappy. Everywhere we walked, we heard snippets of the same conversations...
"...if you ask for one more thing, you're in serious tro..."
"...this is the last warning....5 more minutes and we're out of here...."
"hon....we really need to get out of here!"
...and so on. There were basically two groups of people in that store:
Parents: Inwardly and sometimes outwardly groaning and thinking what the hell bit them that they decided to take this on.
Children: Running around trying to get as much free play time in magic land as their parents could live through and screaming at the slightest hint that some limits may be placed on them.
So again, why do we do this to ourselves? It's an easy answer, right? Because it makes them smile and we like to see them smile. More than we like our afternoon naps.
Sigh. Next Sunday: The Children's Museum of Manhattan.