And Now it Begins

And now it begins. Belly was sad this morning as her dad took her to school (Papa and Bobo were requested to stay home). When PD got back, he checked their flight info to discover their plane to Miami is delayed enough that they will possibly miss their connection to Curacao. So they just hopped into a car service to get to La Guardia and start the harangue to get them on another plane.

Plotnik thinks they will hold the second plane in Miami, since there's only one a day to Curacao. He's thinking 50/50.

This afternoon Plottie and Ducknik will pick Isabella up at her school and then decide what to do next.

Her friend Luci's dad's new Brooklyn restaurant will be opening this weekend. Maybe we'll go there?

Maybe we'll go into Manhattan and have a hot pastrami at Cousin Josh's deli? Or blintzes in the East Village?

Maybe we'll go to the Bronx Zoo?

Maybe we'll go the Statue of Liberty?

The Brooklyn Museum?

The playground in Union Square or the playground across the street?

Maybe there will be a few tears, but not too many.

Plot is ready with his story about how his mom left him and his brother with her parents when she sailed on the Lurline to Hawaii. Plottie remembers getting to go aboard the ship but having to get off when a bell rang. Then he watched the huge ocean liner sail slowly away from San Pedro and out to sea, and he felt sad, but then he doesn't remember a thing until she got back a month later. So there is precedent here.

Maybe Belly will buy it. Or maybe she'll believe Plot and Duck when they say they're sad too that they don't get to see their kids, but they're lucky because they get to spend time with her. Doesn't she think so too? Of course she does.