Waiting for his order
My son at Cafe Barrone, looking for the milk.
Perhaps its weird, but I’m in the habit of occasionally taking the kids out to the cafe with me in the evening. Not that they won’t develop the habit on their own; but when I was young and lived in Rio with my dad, we spent many evenings walking around the city, visiting bookstalls in open-air markets, or taking in the air along Avenida Atlantica.
Barrone isn’t quite as exotic, but I suspect it’s good for kids to have a little exposure to adult life. A universe consisting entirely of The Wiggles and Lego Star Wars is not going to be stimulating enough.