Best Story of the Week…September 26

 Unknown-1.jpeg I’m sitting on a bench at Central Park’s 72nd Street boat pond, watching mostly nannies launch miniature yachts and model sailboats their badly behaved charges ignore, more intrigued by ducks, each other and the hotdog cart.

It’s the Upper East Side’s idea of being snottily sporty, more about parents than their offspring.

A tall WASPY blonde is towering nearby with a boy of 3, a precocious 3 I can tell right off when he takes out a hankie a mouse might use, wondering if he’s older, but just a tad short.

“That’s my little man,” says Blondie, “good job,” as he gives his button nose a good blow.

Pretending to read my book, I’m imagining what her name could be:

Wendy, Abigail, Catherine, but please, call me Cat?

All legs and hair whipping in the wind. I can just see her in long white gloves

shopping.jpegperched on the back of an icy blue convertible, waving like a Rose Bowl Queen.

My reverie is interrupted when a Labradoodle runs by images.jpeg  almost knocking little man down, who’s not too pleased.

“Mama, I don’t like dogs, make them leave?”

Mama, now checking her phone coos, “What was that darling, you want to leave? But look at all the beautiful boats.”

Here it comes…

“I like bigger boats, like Grampa’s.”

“Okay, we’ll tell Daddy when he comes home.”

NO! GRAMPA,” he says, like the future King of England.  images-1.jpeg

“Grampa will buy me one.”

I’d sure as hell like to meet Grampa.

🙂

SB

 

SB

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36 Responses to Best Story of the Week…September 26

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    I have to admit that grandparents will give grandkids things they never would have given their own offspring. I am guilty. But not a yacht. I am always well stocked with items my Pookie and I do not eat, such as fruit roll-ups, mini muffins, chicken nuggets, ice cream, goldfish, and gummies.

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  2. Dale says:

    Ugh. I can just see this kid in a few years. He will be a snooty brat no one can stand. Or, rather, will find himself in some finishing school with like-minded brats.
    As for grandmothers… my mother became this woman we did not know. What? You have candies and cookies and chocolate? What about us? Where were these goodies when WE were kids?

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  3. Sorryless says:

    There is model sailboat money and then there is sailboat money.

    Sort of like the diff between Bourbon Street and Rio . . Marriott and the Plaza. Which, oh by the way, was closed for over a year for remodeling. THAT is money, when you can be closed for remodeling toting around that address . . .

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  4. I hear you. I also don’t know that the future possible kind of England is raised to be quite so snotty (sorry, had to pun). But … yea, there is a lot of that in certain areas (of the park, of the city, of certain cities, of certain groups of people …), where privilege practically oozes right along with the complete blindness to how glaring it is.
    In my fantasy, Little Man gets an awakening by a preschool teacher who dares to teach the children tolerance and compassion (I have a high opinion of teachers’ potential to influence children’s direction in life and world-knowledge, no matter what kind of ‘narrow’ their home world is) and get him curious about values outside immediate assumption of immediate gratification as a right …
    Well done, you.
    Na’ama

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    • She’d probably get slapped with a law suit if she ever dared.

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      • Oy vey, I hope you’re no right but I worry you might well be … at least about ‘some’ schools …

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      • Here in the Big Apple the rich rule I’m afraid. Sigh

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      • Hopefully, our little sailor will be the exception and take after one of his nannies. There’s always a a chance.

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      • Indeed there is! I have seen (and work with) children from the whole spectrum from utter adversity to overwhelming privilege. The children are, of course, often reflecting some of their reality, but they are still individuals who reflect their own internal abilities and hopes and personalities and possibilities, and I’m ever optimistic that good prevails, regardless of how narrow one’s exposure to the world is (and there are kinds of ‘impoverished environments’ that have nothing to do with the amount of funds one’s bank or if one has or hasn’t ‘live in staff’…). Some of the uber-privliged children I’ve worked with were in some ways in their own ‘ghettos’ as far as knowing of the world (and the people in it and the realities of it) beyond the limits of their gilded cage. Some, however, were exposed to more, and were enriched by it (pun and all?) 😉

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  5. aFrankAngle says:

    I wonder where the little guy got that thought.

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  6. Your truthful tales are a never-ending delight.

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  7. Patricia says:

    I don’t remember asking for anything like a boat or a car. If I did I am sure it made everyone laugh. One Christmas my brother asked for a kangaoo…a real one like at the zoo. I don’t remember what he got but I know it wasn’t a kangaroo!

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