At least it seems that way. All of our snobby neighbors must be in the Hamptons for the long holiday weekend.
We spent the afternoon at the water terrace at the Museum of Natural History, where the boys and I played in the fountains with toddlers (hint: bring chalk) while Jen crocheted in the shade.
This evening we ate seafood sandwiches and Happy Meals on our roof terrace.
Then we capped it off with frozen yogurt at 16 Handles.
Even Kahlua and Bailey enjoyed a night out.
Who needs the Hamptons?
And btw, is Jennifer not the hottest 45-year-old you've ever seen?