Yup, They Really Do That In Brooklyn!

This afternoon Sullivan and I had a stereotypical hot summer afternoon in Brooklyn. We came home from camp to mop our foreheads a bit and discovered that some of the neighborhood ladies had opened the fire hydrant and filled up a kiddie pool on the sidewalk. From that point on, the evening was awesome. We all got soaked and laughed at the cars driving by. Some slowed down and enjoyed a quick power wash and others sped through as if their cars were made of sugar. A grumpy neighbor across the street shook his fists at the group of older women (I was the youngest adult in the group) because the stream of water had touched his BMW. We quietly lowered the pressure and then joked about leaving dog shit on the hood of his prescious car.

M&M's were purchased and water logged children sat wet and barefoot on a wobbly bench surrounded by bags of recycling to be picked up tomorrow. The heat from the stoop immediately transformed the cool water that had soaked my clothing into a warm puddle that made me feel distinctly uncomfortable, but happy in spite of it. Neighbors stopped by to run through the water on their way to their various neighborhood destinations and no one said boo about it.

After we were dry, we indulged in some Scooby Doo and now Fredo is busy breaking Michael's heart. Dude, I so don'tunderstand why people complain about summer in the city. To me, this is perfection. Or at least, it would be if I only had a seven layer cookie and a cappucino...