Rainy Days. The Painted Pot.

On rainy or slow work days, I’ve tried to pick up Eve a little early from day care so we can spend a little time together. Lots of times we take bike rides (remember the Wee Ride?) or go to the park, but when it rains it’s hard to know what to do with an enthusiastic two year old. On a lark, we tried out The Painted Pot on Smith Street last week when it was raining cats and dogs. 

I remember these places when I was a kid growing up on Long Island, but I hadn’t seen one in years: you get to pick out some kind of ceramic thingy (Eve chose a dog) and then paint it.  They fire it in their kiln, and you can pick it up later on.  Good clean fun!  OK, maybe not so clean, but that’s one of the things that was fun about it.

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