The Park Slope Birdlar vs. The Park Slope Mini Detective

Photo by Brian Bruchman and the Brooklyn Paper

I’m not sure that crime can get any cuter than this, people.

We’ve got our very-own pint-sized sleuth in Park Slope these days, and she wants her heron back. Yes, a Park Slope family’s yard sculpture of a heron was stolen earlier this month and Luna, their 7-year old daughter, is on the case. 

According to the Brooklyn Paper, mother Amy Yang returned to their Park Slope home accompanied by her kids, Luna and Mars, to find the one-of-a-kind lawn ornament gone missing; the only clue a sandy trail where it had been dragged off the property.  So naturally (if you have awesome parents), Amy and her kids decided to make up signs for the “Birdlar," requesting the safe return of the heron to their yard, and Luna launched an investigation (read: bad-ass child alert).

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Is This What Park Slope Lady BREEDERS Are Hiding Underneath Their Mom Jeans?

Discovery of the day: Trim & Proper panties. They say, "These panties are the perfect ground cover for commitment-phobic, good-humoured and time-constrained women everywhere." Sooooo, is it just me, or does something about these just scream Mamma From the Slope?

Just the facts:

• Too busy taking care of your bebe to take care of yourself? Slip 'em on.
• Husband probably not noticing what's going on down there, anyway? Slip 'em on.
• Can't commit to one brand of organic baby food or decide on which nanny to send to do your Coop shift for you, let alone your pubes? Slip 'em on--in three different designs.

Anyway, you get the drift. Agree/disagree, gang?

Park Slope and the Thin Blue Line

Um, will someone please let me into this family?  A story from yesterday's Brooklyn paper reports on a father and son from the Slope who sent a camera twenty miles up into the stratosphere.  Skip the story and watch the vid; this thing is so well-planned out and full of yuppie hubris, I am beaming with 'hood pride.

I may have done rocketry with all the boys at Gifted Summer Camp in Westchester (caps for emphasis, obvs) but this beats the bloody shit out of that. 

Luke Geissbuhler: Dude. Adopt me.  I want to send shit into space with you.