NYC madness

The first thing on the agenda, once Simone, hubby, little B, the 20 year old and his girlfriend had settled their suitcases in the brand spanking new renovated bedrooms of their hotel was to take a walk toward Times Square. Little B had the itinerary all mapped out: "We're going to the Toys 'R Us and we're going to ride the ferris wheel and then we're going to eat a hot dog and then we're going to come back to the hotel." It sounded like a good plan. The group headed out, with the 20 year olds taking off in their own direction the moment they spotted stores that sold musical instruments. In spite of the growing crowd, Simone, hubby and little B persevered in their quest. As they neared Times Square, the crowd got thicker. In fact, there were so many people that walking slowed to a crawl, with some pushing their way through. Usually they were on the short side, the ones that pushed through - not kids, just short. And that's something coming from Simone, as she barely tops 5 feet 3... After two fights nearly erupted between hubby and other irate walkers, they finally reached their destination. Little B was jubilant! "The ferris wheel! Let's go on the ferris wheel!" Of course, the line up was so long that the staff at Toys 'R Us were taking reservations for rides an hour and a half later. Simone sighed and suggested hopefully that perhaps they might want to come back tomorrow instead? But hubby shook his head. "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Are you sure you want to come here on New Year's Eve?" Point well taken. Besides, they were in a toy store: there'd be lots of activities here to keep the little guy interested. But, um, could we order food from room service instead of standing in line to buy a dog from a cart? Phew!