hot child in the city

Seeing that it’s oh, one million degrees in New York City today and our streets smell like urine–the only thing anyone can talk about is air conditioning and a body of water. And speaking of urine and water, Kimmy sent me a link to the reopening of McCarren Park pool in Williamsburg. What’s sure to be the coolest and fanciest public pool in all five boroughs, this immediately brought to mind last year’s field trip to Lasker Pool with Nate. It was not until after we moved to New York that I learned my husband had never dipped a toe in a public swimming pool — while these pee-infused playgrounds were the babysitter of my youth — let it be know that your thirties are not the time to be introduced to such activities. After waiting in line at Lasker (Harlem area of Central Park) for nearly an hour, Nate was told that he could not bring in sunscreen. Nate sans sunscreen is Kim Z without her weave. Thankfully, we managed to sweet talk our way in — Coppertone in hand, but once Nate eased his way into the water, someone lunged a spit wad in his direction. He had given me an allotted time of 30 minutes to splash around, but promptly dragged me out upon noticing a rather unsavory long, black hair on his arm.

*I took the photo below from brokelyn.