Rockefeller Plaza

Lovely Mum and daughter day. Lunch at the entirely crap-wouldn't-recommend-it-to-anyone-but-the-kids-love-it Mars 2112, onto Mamma Mia (here I go again). My hip hurts from dancing whilst holding up my soon to be 8 year old, and I cried (once again) at the Slipping Through my Fingers song. Gets me every time.

We then wandered through Midtown, heading for American Girl. I am not entirely sure what exactly the woman in the yellow cardigan (not that you can see that it's yellow) is finding wanting, but finding it wanting she surely is.