When my kids were young (in 2013) we went to Manhattan and spent probably an hour (it felt longer) in that Toys R Us while my 5 year old daughter took ride after ride in the Ferris wheel. After that it was off to Central Park where we spent the rest of the afternoon watching the kids play in a sandbox - which they could have just as well done at home.
One of the great cities in the world and that’s what they remember fondly: Toys R Us, Minnie Mouse (who tried to get a photo) and the pigeon that shit on my head in Times Square.
I, of course, had all these grand plans of going to the youthful stomping grounds where I spent my early 20s. I still haven’t been back. Never bring your kids on a nostalgic trip.
