Bwossoms and balls

From a few weeks ago, when the dogwood out back blossomed

I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner

There's this Suzanne Vega song called Tom's Diner, and the chorus goes: "duh-duh-DUH-duh, duh-duh-DUh-duh, duh-duh-DUH-duh, duh-duh-DUH-duh", or something like that. Anyhoodle, there are actually two Tom's Diners in NYC that claim to be The Tom's Diner. One of them (the one on the Upper West Side) also happens to be the diner from Seinfeld's, so I figure, it's not fair for that one to be both the Seinfeld's and the Suzanne Vega Tom's Diner.

So. I hereby unilaterally proclaim the Tom's Diner on Washington Ave. in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn, as The Tom's Diner. And here're some pictures from that diner.

What do you eat?

P wants to know where everything comes from. When he's drinking a glass of milk:
"Where does dis come from, mama?"
Me; "You know this one, milk comes from..."
P: "Cows!"
Me: "Exactly."

When he's drinking water:
"Where does dis come from, mama?"
Me: "Um. From molecules? I don't know, I guess it comes from rivers. And rain. And the ocean."
P: "And ice!"
Me: "Uh, yes. You're right."

Yup. He's got the basics down. So then when he makes certain obvious mistakes, you have to be a little confused.
P: "What do horsies eat, mama?"
Me:"Oh come on, you know what horses eat. What do they eat?"
P: "Ice cream!"

In all fairness, he had a perfectly good explanation for that one. He said that a little boy brings the horsie an ice cream cone. When I asked him where he had seen that, he said "in a book." And when I asked him which book, he said (duh, mom) "in a ABC book".

Well of course. Silly me.

Museo

We went to the Brooklyn Museum of Art. Matt enjoyed the Egyptian exhibit. P-smock enjoyed climbing all over the benches.

Grand finale with chickens

The goat is eating my hair!!