While Ella was busy ruining my life and Oscar was teaching me the meaning of life, Owen was gorging himself on snow. When I tried to stop him, he grabbed me by the neck and yelled, "Lay off me I'm starving." I had no idea the dirty slush he's been seeing on the Manhattan streets have been depriving him of his favorite food. Bon appetit at the New York Botanical Garden. Come for the gardens, stay for the delicious snowballs. They are finger licking good.
|But not all of it. He has a very discerning palate for this type of thing.|