|MacKenna Jane and her Mom at Hamilton|
Convinced? Is that what I said? We pleaded. We begged. We cajoled. We promised.
Her mother was nervous. Her father was near apoplexy.
Nevertheless, we persisted. And, she came.
We knew just how nervous her parents were about this Very Big Trip to the Big City when we got out of Penn Station and came up the escalator onto Broadway and decided to call a cab.
"Oh no," said Mackie.
"What?" we said.
"Look at all the yellow cabs," she said.
"Yes, honey," we said, "Is there a problem?"
"Well, yes . . . Nana," she said, trying to mask her rising anxiety.
"What's the problem?" I asked.
"Well, there are so many yellow cabs and none of any other color," she said, tears beginning to well in her eyes and catching in her throat.
"Yes, honey," I said, "taxi cabs in NYC are yellow."
"But, Daddy said that it was okay to take a cab but I just couldn't take a yellow one."
Yes, that's right. He's Irish.
|Anne Hathaway's House, Stratford-upon-Avon|
They'll tour London and take in the sights and then head over to Stratford-upon-Avon and study some Shakespeare and watch a few performances.
I sent her a text this morning (Isn't that the only way kids communicate these days?).
I told her to be sure to have some Shepherd's Pie (because I know my granddaughter and she would never order fish 'n chips).
I also recommended she order a plate of "Bubble 'n Squeak".
She simply wrote "Thank you, Nana."
As I remember her anxiety about not taking a yellow NYC cab, I wonder what she thought about my recommendations for culinary explorations while staying in UK.
I probably should have told her not to take any yellow cabs while she's in London.
I'm thinking she might not get the joke.
And, I'm thinking that those past ten years flew by fast.
In three days, Willow Elizabeth turns two years old.
Her baby sister Ivy is turning the corner on four months old.
Obladi Oblada life goes on, bra!
La la how the life goes on.