Which would make it hard to get to Manhattan by train.
I told Daya about it but she went to the station anyhow and got on the train, which she said was moving. Not only was it moving but it was also going to Manhattan.
It was not until later I discovered the actual reason for the train moving:
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So Daya arrived to the office with no difficulty. We were talking about homework I think and I suddenly realized she was wearing MY SHIRT. I thought something wasn't right in the morning but I couldn't place it.....I said "Didn't you know it's not yours?"
She replied "Yes I knew it wasn't mine but I didn't know whose it was."
There are only two of us..................so that shouldn't be too hard...........
We had time to kill after work and before the appointment so we went to ride the wooden escalators at Macy's. They are old and loud and wonderful.
We found a set of cool utensils (we did not get them):
I made Daya pose for a picture by the holiday train. The last time she was up there was the year we went to see Santa at Macy's...I have to look up how old she was... 7 maybe? ....an experience I'm glad she had as it is classic but it also took about 5 hours.
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On the way home Daya told me she figured something out about three weeks ago.
There is an emergency call button on some of the trains, depending on the model.
The label looks like this:
When she was three years old she thought it was a monster.
Look at the black negative space. It kind of does look like a monster.
THREE WEEKS AGO she said she finally saw the person pressing the button for the first time and realized it isn't supposed to be a picture of a monster.
For the past NINE YEARS she has been avoiding sitting next to this sticker!
(straight A honors student and all that...)
I think she might still be a little bit scared of it.
