That little house up there, what's its story? Who has lived there? When was it built? It's like a little treehouse, nestled in between the buildings.
Vanja, Wilda and Joel at Smorgasburg.
I bought ice cream, and (morphing into a ridiculously optimistic Brooklyn mom) beet ketchup.
Here, the Guner-Frostenson household demonstrates two different attitudes to spending time at the playground. Choice is all yours, kids.
