Sunday

It is Sunday. SUNDAY! What do we do?

Well, COFFEE is first on the agenda. Our visitors were pulling a 'Sleeping Beauty', so we ran downstairs to pick up a couple of grandes for when they woke up. After hanging with Cooper a bit and showering and getting dressed - we were ready to tackle Day Three of this rushed tour of the city.

Cooper has expanded his car/truck obsession to include any sort of emergency vehicle. He hears the sirens and races to the window to watch the lights and say 'HI' and wave like crazy. Imagine how excited the kid was when he saw a firetruck parked on our street as we were walking to the train!

The firemen stopped at Duane Reade after coming from a call. Cooper was waving and laughing and going crazy, and the guys were just GREAT. They all were talking to him, and Cooper was pointing all excited at the truck and "talking" back to them. The guys opened the doors and let Cooper climb right in.
Michael was not going to be left out.
The guys brought Cooper into the cab and started the siren..... Cooper turned to stone. Stone. The poor kid was so overwelmed that he couldn't even handle it. The firemen were laughing at his expression. He really didn't know what to do. Pure stone.

First stop was Grand Central Station. Had lunch downstairs in the food hall, and Michael could finally have his slice of New York City pizza.

No time to hang out. Empire State Building awaits. Where are the stairs?

After our sightseeing was done, the boys bought some souvenirs for the ones they left back at home. We walked down into Chelsea for a specific tapas restaurant, but the place wasn't really conducive to Cooper's needs. No worries. Lots of places. Decided on Mexican. All good.

Cooper wants his cousin Michael to stay.