night bus tour of NYC

After a nap and rest, we head out to Bryant Park to play some

before meeting daddy for our night bus tour.  Even with John with a cell phone, we can’t seem to communicate well enough to meet at a location in NYC for some reason.  Mainly it’s because he has the flip phone and texts tiny answers with the number pad and can’t see old texts that give addresses and times on them, so we end up still trying to figure out when and where.  Bryant Park was in disarray because they are taking down the Winter Village and making it a park again, but the carousel is still available and Oscar has to ride.  I’m surprised at this because  

 he wants nothing to do with the little horse at the Meijer store.  He wants to pet it, but doesn’t want to ride and I figure that he has gotten scared of these things, but not merry go rounds apparently.  We played around in the park some and he kept wanting to ride again, but we just watched other people ride.  A walk through Times Square, which has 6 or 7 Elmos in it and Oscar wants to see them, but doesn’t understand that this will cost money, so we have to just look at them from afar.  He thinks it’s like Brutus the Ferris mascot at the hockey games.  He doesn’t seem as interested in the bright lights as I thought he would be and I find 

 that Times Square doesn’t thrill me this time like it has in the past.  Now, it seems garish and too much.  We head over to the bus visitor’s center and get our tickets while John comes running up winded.  We have a slice of pizza and a caramel cannolli thing that looks really good and get on our bus for 7pm, but we shouldn’t have hurried because we don’t even begin to leave until 7:20.  We have an interesting narrator and I realize on this trip that NYC doesn’t really lend itself to a bus tour because there are buildings in the way everywhere.  We get to see the Empire State Building, Trade Center, Brooklyn Bridge, Statue of Liberty, 

Chrysler Building and other things, but it’s a looooonnnnnnggggg trip for all that.  We return to find a chick fil a nearby and one slice of pizza didn’t do it, so we try to eat Southern style, but it doesn’t taste right here.  Today when I was telling Oscar that he needed to rest, he asked about the airport and I told him that we would be going home in a couple of days.  He said, “ohm?  No.”.  He states that he’s having fun here and doesn’t want to return to school apparently.  Wow, that was fast.  The kid already would rather be on vacation than go to daycare where he gets to play all day.  That’s my son.