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sunday in the park with

Do you have both of your new purses and your watering can? Awesome. Let's go to the park.


Okay, but first you have to have some sunscreen. Don't you sigh at me like that.


You have too many things. Let's take a break.


Let's draw on the sidewalk with Mommy.


Oh look. The park. We'll wait here while you scan the entire park for the perfect flower.


"Found it!"


Do you want to go on the swing? "No." We have to go soon, do you want to swing? "No." Okay, it's time for dinner, let's go home. "Swing?"


Okay, say bye-bye to the park. "Up? Up?" Okay, or that.


Why, yes, you can wear my hat. Thank you for asking. Oh, you didn't ask. Well, enjoy anyway.


Home again, home again. Let's get your shoes off ... so you can put on your galoshes.


Any final thoughts about your afternoon in the park?


Yeah. Us, too.

Comments

Amy said…
WHat a perfect day!
Today, in passing, our next door neighbor commented on how big our son is. I should correct her, right?

FYI - Aria was wearing a rainbow top and hot pink shorts. Portland is a liberal town but really
smatano said…
Some people will just get it wrong no matter what. However, on Saturday night we went out to dinner and Yuki was, as usual, as pinked out as we could make her. The waiter asked what "the little girl" would like and I almost said, "Oh that's a boy" just to mess with him.
Anonymous said…
Almost as fun as good dog Carl!
xoxo
gibs

ps love the purses!!!
A Granddaughter said…
A piece of advice: watch what you do with the chalk. I almost got some of my students arrested last week. Film at 11...

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