Mommy, You Hurted My Penis!
It happens. When a boy is three.
And he wants to be carried all over Storm King Art Center on a postcard Fall afternoon.
The boy is heavy. And the perch is bony. And he doesn’t always grip.
But we loved it yesterday when Cooper inched us into a pack of leaf-gazers and shouted, “Mommy! You hurted my penis!”
Cooper and I made a few memories there. We rode the tram past Calders and Lichtensteins and Goldsworthys and Serras. The glass elevator whooshed us to the sky. We lounged under a sculpture and ate pretzels and raisins, and we ran through wavy fields. And we laughed until we cackled.
Some memories for a three-year-old, huh?
But when we asked Cooper what his favorite Storm King memory was, he didn’t mention those glorious things.
“I liked going potty best.”
Thanks to everyone who came out to my appearance at Magpie Bookshop in Catskill, NY on Saturday! To check out Kristi’s lovely bookshop, click here: Andra Watkins Tumblr
And for a Hudson Valley blast of Fall, check out our photos from Storm King Art Center here: Andra Watkins Tumblr