One of my favorite pastimes as a New Yorker is admiring the hosts of perfect children that seem to populate this city. Beautifully dressed parents usher seemingly impossibly well put together children to darling little schools, darling little shops, and darling little play dates. Sometimes it feels like I am watching the urban equivalent of a Normen Rockwall painting: serene, sophisticated, and healthful families in their natural city habitat.
And despite my status as girl who wishes to remain childless (at least for some time) I still fantasize about my own perfect Manhattan child. Now I don't imagine I will produce a brilliant prep school wonder but I do like to imagine all of the accessories that will come with my child. I would only buy a Bugaboo naturally. She (because girls are so much more composed) would eat organic goods bought from Whole Foods and would only use the finest natural, paraben free, beauty products. Zia anyone? Because of course chemicals can't harm my child's brain development.
And of course I would spoil her rottenly. She would get taken to Books of Wonder where we would purchase first edition hardbacks of all the children's classics. We would read Le Petit Prince in Central Park before her lessons at the Alliance Francaise and then meander to Times Square and look for crickets.
And because I can't mention Le Petit Prince without talking about the appropriate product tie-in you know she would be wearing Le Petit Prince Rose. Doesn't that seem right for a perfect New York girl? Oil of Tangerine's peel, Bigarade, Grapefruit, and a delicate touch of sourness extract from the little seed from the tangerine tree. Yeah, OK lunchtime fantasy hour is over now! Hope I didn't scare anyone.
And despite my status as girl who wishes to remain childless (at least for some time) I still fantasize about my own perfect Manhattan child. Now I don't imagine I will produce a brilliant prep school wonder but I do like to imagine all of the accessories that will come with my child. I would only buy a Bugaboo naturally. She (because girls are so much more composed) would eat organic goods bought from Whole Foods and would only use the finest natural, paraben free, beauty products. Zia anyone? Because of course chemicals can't harm my child's brain development.
And of course I would spoil her rottenly. She would get taken to Books of Wonder where we would purchase first edition hardbacks of all the children's classics. We would read Le Petit Prince in Central Park before her lessons at the Alliance Francaise and then meander to Times Square and look for crickets.
And because I can't mention Le Petit Prince without talking about the appropriate product tie-in you know she would be wearing Le Petit Prince Rose. Doesn't that seem right for a perfect New York girl? Oil of Tangerine's peel, Bigarade, Grapefruit, and a delicate touch of sourness extract from the little seed from the tangerine tree. Yeah, OK lunchtime fantasy hour is over now! Hope I didn't scare anyone.
