In Park

I took Tucker to the park this morning, and I made a rookie mistake.  I told him we were going to the park.  Even with four years of mothering experience, I messed up.  Although we'd gone to enjoy the jazz concert, Tuck asked -approximately forty five times in the same number of minutes- where the playground was.

He played with his sunglasses on, and played with his sunglasses off.  He picked grass and counted blades.  And he asked where the swings were.

He laughed at tickles and clapped for the musicians and played some songs of his own.  And he wondered aloud, no fewer than ten times, whether there was a slide.

He kept an eye on baby ducks following their mama and watched the fountains spray, activities interrupted with fairly frequent queries about playground equipment.

I took Tuck to the park tonight.

 JEB