There seems to be a trend of S and me having Saturday breakfast together, if trend can be defined as two in a row. I had a couple of spare hours before work so I took her to the Cooper-Young Festival, the first I'd attended in almost seven years. We walked hand-in-hand looking at glass art, junk art, T-shirt art and yard art, and then we went in search of something to eat. It was about 10 a.m., so we were having our second breakfast alone in a week.
This breakfast, however, didn't include grapes, yogurt or juice.
September sixteenth's menu:
Chocolate chip cookie
Frozen banana dipped in chocolate
In a single morning I gave her a glimpse into the world of street festivals, Midtown art and diabetic comas.