Along with a picnic lunch and Trot bellowing about Mickey Mouse and a dump truck, I picked Rakes up from playschool for an afternoon at the park today.
We ate half our lunch at the picnic table and the other half in the Dodge rental truck I'm still driving around. (I realize a deer can wreak some havoc, but over a weeks worth? I smell a scam.)
After eating, we hit the playground for the next 2 1/2 hours. Thankfully only a few other families were around. One consisted of a kid I estimate at around 3, his brother who couldn't have been over 16 months, and a Mom and Dad I'm pretty sure I saw on "Wife Swap" about 5 weeks ago. Needless to say, the boys ran them off pretty quick.
I can't confirm this was the reason, but Rakes asking them if they wanted to play Star Wars while Trot bellowed like some 2 ft Chewbacca MAY have been one of the causes they left the park in a vapor trail.
The next victim was some poor little girl in a pink jacket who kept telling Rakes she could climb the rock wall WITHOUT him telling her exactly where to place her foot.
I gotta tell you I was torn between being embarrassed my kids were so obnoxious and overwhelming pride they could aggravate someone so quickly they would actually leave the park.
At the end of the day, it really doesn't matter.
I had a great day with my boys, they had fun, and I wore them both out enough to have the whole house quiet by 8:45 pm.
All in all?
I'd consider the day a success.
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