KIDS AND I HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON
I was walking along Central Park West on Saturday and I saw a little boy walking with his father. His arms were stretched up high over his head and he said, "Mr. Sun is returning!" Just a few feet away, an adorable blonde girl, about five years old, was staring at her shadow on the sidewalk, and was just fascinated. I am an adamant child-hater, but I admire the fact that kids are so full of curiosity. It's like they are tripping on acid all the time.