A Life Less Ordinary

Same daughter, only four years later…

My daughters and I found ourselves battling icy winds and frostbite just so we don’t waste our visit to New York City. We were on our way to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. (trust me, my 7- and 10-year-olds are into museums!)

After we got ourselves warmed up with hot cocoa in the cafeteria, we proceeded to see as much as we can in a day. I don’t remember the order of the halls we visited (frankly, it was confusing even with a map), but after three or four, we found ourselves among sculptures.

Suddenly, my 7-year-old gasped (apparently she was startled by something), ‘Oh my god!’

I panicked a little because I wasn’t sure what had happened. ‘What’s wrong,’ I asked.

Index finger pointed at something…there stood David (the sculpture, standing in its glory and man-liness.) I giggled inside, but managed not to make it obvious to her.

‘Mom, that is huge!’ Pointing at David’s penis.

Of course, the order of the day then for the sculptors was to make the figures as realistic as possible. Every shape, every contour, every muscle looked as accurate as they can be. Again, my heart and brain were racing.

I just said, ‘it’s a recreation of the real thing.’

Her next question almost made me roll on the floor laughing…

‘Is papi’s penis as big as that?!’

All I managed to do then was smile. And we were moving….

Papi was my boyfriend at the time.