It was one of those WTH gambits made spur of the moment about a month or so ago. I picked up D and took him and the boys elevatoring, and he casually mentioned that he and his mom were going to NYC in November.
So we check schedules, and lo behold, G is done band and we can all go.
And oddly, G, Mr. Homebody, Mr "Let me out here in MN so I can hitchhike home," was looking forward to this more than anyone.
Anyhoo, D had an agenda, and, miraculously, we were able to convince our boys to go a long (plus add a couple things they both wanted to see), and everyone got to do what they wanted and had a good time.
Not to say there weren't any meltdowns--Elder and D chorused on one together on 42nd street at around 5 pm--fortunately, we were close enough to the hotel where we could all drop in and decompress a bit before dinner.
Otherwise it was awesome. Both boys came home happy. Elder considers D his friend, but D considers both boys his friend. No one was excluded. There were no third wheels.
It was good.
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