It’s been a long time since I lived in Manhattan (Almost eight years!) so I forgot how the City feels on Easter Sunday. After doing some research, I realized a lot of museums, zoos, and gardens were open today.
While a museum seemed like a good idea, I wanted to show Isabelle some of the places featured in the Knuffle Bunny books since she always says she wants to go there. THERE can range from public school which is much taller than her school to the playground to Grand Army Plaza where Trixie and Sonya meet in the middle of the night to exchange their bunnies. I googled “Knuffle Bunny Tour” and found this article.
My parents are originally from Brooklyn so convincing them to drive to Brooklyn for the day wasn’t too tough. We hopped in the car after spending some time at the Brooklyn Children’s Museum. First, we drove around my mom’s old neighborhood, where she lived until she was almost ten-years-old. Next, we drove in the opposite direction towards Grand Army Plaza. But Isabelle was snacking in the backseat at this point, so I don’t think she was able to crane her neck out of her car seat to take in the grandeur of the Sailors and Soldiers Memorial Arch. So, we kept driving.
Isabelle screeched and giggled and flailed her arms when we pulled up in front of the laundromat from Knuffle Bunny: A Cautionary Tale. After all, she was going to take her teddy bear on a visit to the place where Trixie said her first words. Once her excitement waned, we got her out of the car. I walked behind as Isabelle and her Daddy walked down the block and into the Laundromat.
I was expecting to see a sign denoting the actual machine where Knuffle Bunny was washed. But I didn’t.
I was expecting to see the letter M on the actual machine pictured in Knuffle Bunny. But I didn’t.
I was expecting to have a déjà-vu moment since I’ve read Knuffle Bunny so many times. But I didn’t.
Instead, I saw a bunch of washing machines, most of which had clothes in them, on the right and dryers on the left. I counted up 13 washing machines from the entrance of the Laundromat and deemed that “the” washing machine. I told Isabelle that was the one where Daddy rescued Knuffle Bunny for Trixie. She believed me. Thankfully, it’s easy to convince a four-year-old of a half-truth like this.
Regardless of the difference between the way the Laundromat looked in the book to the way it looked in person (the awning is new!), Isabelle was delighted she went to a place she’s only seen a picture book.
She’s also been asking to go to the sidewalk cafe in A Gift for Mama by Linda Ravin Lodding and Allison Jay. That book is set in 19th century Vienna. While I don’t think it’d be possible to find the illustrated sidewalk cafe that’s pictured on the final page spread of A Gift for Mama, I know I wouldn’t mind meandering around the streets of Vienna with my family in search of the sidewalk cafe that looked most like the one in that book. Just sayin’.