This is one big reason why we left Brooklyn.
I was tired of telling Lila she couldn't play in the dirt. Dogs shit and pee there. I was tired of having to watch her constantly. You never know who is haunting playgrounds and parks. One park in my old neighborhood has a rule that childless men weren't allowed to hang out, even just to sip a grande and read a book.
I was tired of finding fun things to do indoors and having to plan specific trips so Lila could be in the great outdoors. That is, Prospect Park, the Brooklyn Botanic Garden or the American Natural History Museum. Ok, that part was pretty spectacular, but still, an easy, safe place for Lila to play right by our front door feels so much more comfortable.
So when I peeked outside one afternoon -- I still can't help but going to check on her -- I found Lila quietly making mud pies with friends. The taller girl on the left is Victoria. She lives next door and showed up later that night at our house, ended up staying for dinner. The other girl, I don't know.
This in NYC might well label me a bad parent