The kid decided taxicabs were more interesting than buses this time. She spent probably half the opening sitting on the floor of the gallery playing with her cab and her farm friends, blending the new with the known. (Thank you Maria Montessori for such focus.) People just kind of chuckled and walked around her, like she was some kind of performance piece.
And, like her mother, she said she was going to the city to eat! She had her slices and her schmears, of course, but also Italian, Chinese, Thai, “new cuisine,” and even bad deli. We had lots of fun.