By the third day with three kids in Manhattan, YummYummy and I were ready for a break. We sat down at a patio table in Little Italy so they could eat and we could drink when YummYummy said, “I’ve never done New York like this before.” “Sober?” I asked. “Well, that, and actually seeing tourists attractions,” she replied. It was true, we were only day three and had seen way more than three of the ‘Top Ten Things to Do with Kids in NYC.’
As we waited for the food to come, her seven-year-old told us, “There are three things I thank God about: eating, sitting down, wait, three: wifi.” Nothing like kids to put things in perspective. Our three things would be the same with a small change to the last few letters of wifi.
Once the kids got their wifi and we got our wine, YummYummy started telling me about her job. “No cute guys come into work and those who do have g-dubs.” “G-dubs?” I inquired. “Genital warts. One guy had them on his perineum.” It was at this time that one of her kids, who was taking advantage of the wifi, got upset about losing a game. “It’s because you suck at it,” his brother told him. “No I don’t. Mom, why doesn’t he know I’m good?” “Not everybody realizes another person’s talent,” I told him then told YummYummy, “Do you know how many times I go to sleep at night knowing I’m untapped talent? After your work story, however, I can tell you three things I thank God about: my, untapped, talent.”