His first selfie.
Sunday afternoon I had to babysit for the "blonde tornado". Don't let this cute face fool you. This kid can be a terror. But he wasn't.
He arrived with a bag of games and immediately asked me to play. I had other plans. I told him he need to play by himself so I could finish my work. Then we'd —the dinosaur, him, Aunt Sharon, and I—go someplace special.
He did. We did. He's about 5.10 years old. Too young to walk to and from the Fountain Hill playground and play. We packed water and cups. We looked for appropriate hats —he wore my Volkssport one—and headed for the park. But I forgot to get the car seat when he was dropped off. He told me about it. I strapped him in the center back and off we went.
He was excited to see the playground. He was excited to see the that there were baby swings. Not for him of course —he doesn't like swinging—but for Dinosaur. (Yes, that's his name.) The "three" of us played about 45 minutes. Aunt Sharon took pictures. I did not get to swing!
I did get to ride the bee alone, and with the Tornado.
Everyone went down the slides multiple times. Dinosaur usually went down head first. Some of us fit better than others.
Tornado didn't have enough body strength to do the zip bar, but Dinosaur put his full body into it. I was too tall. Even bending my knees.
I asked him if he wanted to go on an adventure. He was all for it. So we took the trail thru the park into the woods where he picked weeds for aunt Sharon. We did the whole trail, then came back and went down the big hill—it's steep. No bikes, boards or blades are allowed. Then back to Aunt Sharon. Dinosaur was a hot sweaty mess when we got back.
After nearly 1.25 hours at the park we ate dinner and watched Frozen. The trolls were so much fun. The ice castle was beautiful. Still trying to figure out what all the fuss is about.

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