Spent the whole day cheering strangers through the last mile of the marathon until my voice gave out and my feet officially filed a complaint 😳 I'm not moving from this spot until somebody carries me home — Daddy, is that going to be you?
Spent the whole day cheering strangers through the last mile of the marathon until my voice gave out and my feet officially filed a complaint 😳 I'm not moving from this spot until somebody carries me home — Daddy, is that going to be you?
The costume actually made it out of the apartment this time, and I've claimed a prime curb spot on Sixth Avenue before the crowds swallow it whole 😳 Daddy, are you going to find me in this sea of costumes, or should I leave you a little trail of candy?
My Halloween costume fell apart before I even left the apartment 😳 Daddy, would you finish what I started, or make me get dressed?
Came home from the Canal Street tree walk with my pockets full of leaves and I'm still identifying every single one at the kitchen table 😳 would you test me on their names, or let me keep my pretty pile?
The Halloween parade is calling and I was supposed to be planning my costume, but I got... distracted 😳 Daddy, would you make me behave and pick something to wear, or let me stay like this?
My boss sent me out for candy for the office party and I came back with an armful I can barely hold... I may have gotten a little carried away 😳 Daddy, which bag do I hide in my desk drawer just for you?
The corn maze at the farm out in Queens opens soon and I've been dressed since it was still dark — overalls over my bodysuit felt like the only right choice 😳 Daddy, would you get lost in there with me, or let me lead us in circles?
The Whitney lets everyone in for free this evening and I'm the only one still lingering in front of these huge moody autumn watercolors... I've stared at one so long a guard glanced twice 😳 Daddy, would you stand here with me a little longer, or pull me to the next room?
The New Yorker Festival lineup just went live and I've been on this floor ever since, torn between the fiction talks and every shiny thing I'm not supposed to skip 😳 Daddy, would you choose my tickets for me, or trust me with my own credit card?
On my way to the office I found them setting up Double Dutch in Washington Square Park and obviously I had to try one round before my desk — pencil skirt versus jump rope is not a fair fight 😳 tell me, Daddy — would you hold the ropes for me, or race me there first?