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|Saturday afternoon Anson, Roan and I headed over to the Brooklyn Banks. This is an area under the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge where skateboarders and bmx(ers?) gather to ride like crazy on the ramps and pillars. On this day there was a skating contest taking place and the scene was a madhouse. These were my people, back in the day. I would have could have hung with pretty much any kid there back when I was a little punk myself. But now – holding fast to my son’s hand and suspiciously sniffing out the pockets to avoid (because let’s face it 5-years-old is just too young to get a 2nd-hand-high) I was the old lady in the crowd. We found a pretty good vantage point to watch these young boys (there was a glaring absence of girl skaters) fling themselves into impossible positions and land hopefully on their boards, or at least on their bum rather than wrists. It all came to a crashing halt when Roan muttered the words, “I have to use the bathroom.”|
Which brings me to one question: why have we as a society not figured out how to have plentiful public toilets, which are not scary beyond belief? I considered ushering Roan to a covert corner but my son is so unbelievably not down with public urination. Let me just go on the record saying I highly doubt he will ever be ticketed in his lifetime for public urination. Not his style. So we wandered out of the fray, found a Blimpie’s (which sublets part of their space to a sushi restaurant and I couldn’t make sense of that. Sandwiches and sushi together at last? I dunno.) We made use of their (harrowing and not-at-all restful) restroom, and grabbed some food.
|With the stretch of the Brooklyn Bridge in front of us and the most beautiful Spring day gifted upon us, we decided t
o walk the distance home with bellies full of food. Roan enjoys walking the Brooklyn Bridge, and it is by far one of my favorite things to do. You get great views of Governor’s Island, the Verrazano Bridge, the Statue of Liberty, the Manhattan Bridge and of course the Brooklyn and Manhattan Skylines. You’re well above the cars on the walk, and it’s a little amusing to watch the angry bicyclists who are ready to kill all tourists who walk in the bicycle lane (Hey, I’m not saying the cyclists are wrong, just very very angry. Angry bells being rung up and down that path. There is a lot of angst happening in that bike lane.)
But then it happened again, “I have to use the bathroom.” Seriously maybe I should just opt to dehydrate the child rather than try to map out all the best bathrooms in NYC (which actually I’ve done pretty extensively. I have at least one go-to bathroom in most neighborhoods. Except China Town, I’m lost there.) We got to a Barnes & Noble (always acceptable and accessible, same as Starbucks) and eventually found our way home. We all collapsed on the couch, ate pizza, popcorn and candy bars while watching Ghostbusters. I’d forgotten how funny Bill Murray was in this movie and how creepy Sigourney Weaver is. Roan passed out before the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man made his way onto the screen, but thankfully Anson woke up with him at 6 AM Sunday morning to re-watch it with him, leaving me to dream of clean and plentiful restrooms late into Sunday morning. But I awoke without the answer to my newest life question: what do you do when your kid has to go, and there’s no go-to in sight?