We honored/inconvenienced Uncle D and Aunt J with our presence for two days.
Friday evening, they took us to a delicious pizza joint in the basement of an old building.
It was close quarters down in that basement. We were next to a table of students/waitresses/struggling actresses (my guess by their very loud and child inappropriate conversation).
Big E finished his meal first.
First of all, this wasn't an eating contest. I asked Big E to wait while the rest of us finished up.
I WANT TO GO BACK TO THE APARTMENT!
I, again, asked Big E to wait while we finished up.
This was not acceptable to him.
JUST DRAW ME A MAP!
All who heard his comment busted into giggles. Even one of the very dramatic actress/student/waitresses couldn't resist Big E's charms.
You'll be happy to know that while I entertained the thought of allowing Big E to go all Home Alone in NYC, I decided it was best to escort him back to the apartment.
After I relayed this story to Mr. Yoy, he drew his version of the map.