#adventure

Snuck on to the roof on a pretty day.

Fun times on all the rides at Coney Island with my little adrenaline junkie.

The Lost Weekend

Sullivan County

Sammy on the slopes

Sundays in the Park with Sammy 👦

Being that he is just like his dad, my younger son is exhausting. But I savored the opportunity to have a weekend in NYC just the two of us. It involved Macy's, street pretzels, a touristy theater-district Italian restaurant, trains & automobiles, a Christmas Sherlock/Scrooge crossover play, breakfast pastries, Grant's Tomb, and the picnic game for the drives to and from upstate.

I'm going to a picnic and I'm bringing an anaconda, butt crackers, a cow turd, a big basket of dog butt juice, an eagle feather, a fertility clinic, a gun, a Hiroshima bomb, an imbecile, a judge, a kangaroo, a little book about your mom, a marshmallow, a nifty eyebrow, an oopsie-doopsie, a pro man pro go-go man, a queen bee, a rat zit, a stupid man, tighty-whiteys (sic), an under the porcelain throne camera, a vaccine for your-mom-aphobia, a wicked butt rash, an x-ray that is funny from "Daddy's Home" that means he won't get much privacy, your mom's balls, and Zachary Legend tenticle-punched your mom in the balls so hard she got thrown into a galaxy far, far away [sing Universal intro theme], Fox Production.