Received Tuesday, September 23, 2008
This was late Sunday afternoon, about 6:15, in the round park located on the North side of 24th St between 8th and 9th Aves. Your nanny, light skinned black or maybe latina (or possibly even Native American, I’m just not sure) was playing “baseball” with your son Joseph, who is about 2 or 2.5 years old (he had curly blond hair and was wearing a red and gray horizontal striped sweater). She was gently tossing a big soft ball to him and he would swing at it with a foam bat. If he hit any part of it (which happened a decent amount because she aimed her tosses at the bat), she would start clapping and yell at him to run to the base and he would laugh and run a little ways away. When he got there they would both clap and she would call out what a good job he did.
They were having a great time and they were both completely involved in the game. They were friendly with the kids and caregivers around them, but she was clearly focused on playing with Joseph.
Just wanted to let the parents know that Joseph is having fun and being well cared for.