Panties, Busses, and Gummy Bears

The makings for a perfect Saturday!

We went to the North Beach fair today and you had a blast. You love riding on the bus (the other day, on the 24 Divisadero, you said: "Riding the bus is my favorite thing!" causing a jaded passenger to laugh and say "Just wait until you're older...!") and thoroughly enjoyed this trip, complete with making conversation with some crazy dude sitting across from us. You felt it was totally appropriate conversation to tell an odd stranger that you were going shopping for panties. He thought this was a good idea: "Listen to her," he said. "She's thinking about hygiene. Kids are smart!"



You loved playing in the park with the bigger kids though you did say at one point: "I'm trying to get some space and all the kids keep coming through." And you must have gone down the slide over 100 times!



We had dinner at your first Italian restaurant. You loved pouring the olive oil and vinegar and dipping your bread. But even better were the gummy bears presented with the check for dessert. Quinn heaven. You sat up very straight and properly when I told you that if you behaved these gummy bears would magically appear.



You marvelled at the tall buildings saying that they were the biggest skyscrapers ever, a word you said you learned from Tar Beach.



After chatting with more folks on the busride home, you got right in the bath with your "tilting" hat on. Even if you don't fall asleep until after 10pm (which I hope is not the case, for your daddy's sake!), I think we can still consider today an overall rousing success! The nice man on the bus reminded us to savor it all now because 0-5 goes so quickly. It does. It does.