Last Saturday when my sister and I were visiting New York, we found ourselves blessed by that rare April day when it isn't raining and the temperature is above 45 degrees. It was 62 to be exact. And sunny. That afternoon we found ourselves grabbing a coffee at Bouchon Bakery in the Time Warner Center at Columbus Circle before a stroll in Central Park (which never happened, by the way, because Laura's boots were hurting and we saw Charlie Sheen along the way, but that's another story). As we ascended the escalator to the third floor and wound our way to the end of a very long line (I guess we weren't the only ones with that brilliant idea) I got a snapshot into the lives of New York City parents. Lining the hallway outside of Landmarc [restaurant], strollers took root. The seemingly spontaneous placement (there was no sign saying "Parents: Park Strollers Here") was almost a caricature of itself. We've all seen a movie or TV show mocking this exact thing, so seeing it in person was almost like spotting a celebrity to me. Actually, it was probably cooler than seeing Charlie Sheen now that I think about it. The only thing is...I totally get that everyone was out and about on such a beautiful day in the city, but what happens to the kids once they actually get inside the Time Warner Center and abandon their strollers? There must be a lot of nannies running around getting their exercise for the day (wink!).
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