Between the carnival of Pier 39 attractions — the cotton candy, the corn dogs, the video games and trampoline rides and sea lion impersonations and running and jumping and swinging hands — and the runs to the cake store and the shoreline and the park, I’m beat from your birthday day adventures. And yet you still want to head out to Korean BBQ and have the energy to skip every other sidewalk square.
If ages 2 and 3 are about mastering the art of tempering temper, I don’t even know what 6 is going to be. Lassoing hurricanes? No, that’s not fair. Your energy is still up there but you’re … cooler, more even keeled. You shrug off disappointment and revel in the everyday fun of living. Six is kind of awesome so far. But I’ll let you know how my back feels tomorrow. And don’t even get me started on what we just ate.