Note: In an effort to show restraint these are but a few of the photos that I snapped in those few hours. I guess I didn't show much restraint in the taking of pictures, just in the showing of them.
|My heart is in my mouth when she (and he) goes into the climbing mode. But, I mostly bear it in silence.|
|I speak up at this point: "This is as far as you go upside down."|
|This activity is much easier on my nerves.|
|The very first thing she did was to plunge into the grass and head for the tree. After she fell once, I instructed her to turn around because I didn't know what it was like in there. She is quite the adventurer, I'm afraid.|
Near the end of our woodsy walk, she found another little tree to swing on and pose at.
After that we headed to the chip truck, where for once, I didn't take pictures. We were just going to get fries, but since this kindergarten kid can read (she can pretty well read any sign she sees) and saw that pogos (hot dogs somehow battered and on a stick) were on the menu, she chose to order that and share my fries. I told her that she would have to wait until October or thereabouts to forestall requests to go back soon. I explained as best I could to a five-year-old that such treats were not terribly healthy or good for us.
We don't get too many one-on-one times, so this was a nice outing for me. It was especially nice when driving home she said: "You know what Buppa? You are the best Buppa ever, ever, ever." That did my heart good, and of course, I repeated the same thing back to her. Well, I didn't call her Buppa exactly, but I think you know what I mean.