This past summer, my family spent three months in NYC, and my most vivid memory from that time came from watching my daughter run over to a group of little blonde girls in Soho’s Vesuvio Playground. We were new to the park, of course, and the girls were surrounding some piñata spoils. “Oh, those look good!” my daughter gushed, crouching down to join their huddle.
“No they’re ours! You can’t have them,” snapped the birthday girl, folding her arms around what appeared to be ring pops. Read More