On Thursday, my kids were restless. I hemmed and hawed about taking them to the store, not sure how I'd handle it because Adam isn't great as staying close to the cart. At one, I just threw them in the car and knew I'd figure out somewhere. After dropping a bag off at the Rescue Mission, I was driving around and we passed the park by the court house. Adam said SLIDE! pointing to a big old fashioned rickety metal slide that are a huge part of my childhood memories and are quickly becoming extinct as plastic prevails in an age of lawsuits and helicopter parents. I was impressed that he wasn't intimidated.
I got them out of the car, all of us shivering but the kids excited. There was a pond below that slide. There was no way he could go down that safely and....it was really high. But I loved how he wanted to tackle it. I steered them towards the more modern play area (though it's wood, not plastic, so it wasn't brand new ha.) It was muddy and the mulch was wet but for 15 minutes, the kids had a blast. There was a big metal steering wheel that Abbey just spun around and made truck noises with. She leaned through the slats of the wood, her little cute nose all pink and her curls flying and gave me a kiss. Loved it.
Adam braved the slide although it was wet and muddy a couple of times and was shivering so much, I got him to keep his hood up...and got a warm-up hug. They left without too much of a fight, cold, but I was glad I took them because the next day the snow came. A Last Hurrah before the onslaught, I suppose.
As I was driving them around before we went home, Adam saw the Tim Horton's sign five blocks away. We haven't been getting them lately, though we've gone through streaks where they were a regular part of Sunday morning. He doesn't forget. I am learning that recently. Adam remembers a lot.
So I hear, timidly at first,
"Tim Bits?"
Then with more force.
"Mommy? Tim Bits? Tim Bits!"
"Ok, Adam"
So he ate his chocolate glazed tim bits and Abbey her old fashioned glaze and I brought them in covered in mud and glaze and cleaned them up. They couldn't be happier. Being a kid is great, isn't it?
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Oh so great. Never worried. I like that you stopped and played even though things weren't perfect. I remember so many times seeing a playground near my aunt's house. We didn't drive there often, but every time we did, I asked to stop. My mom always said no.
ReplyDeletehahaha, Q often cheers for Timbits on the weekend and only eats the chocolate glazed and I love the Sour Cream ones, so we only gets those kid in the box. haha. Q and Adam and very much alike. Did you stop at run down park on Bridge? I don't know why but we call it the "pain in the piggy park" (I got a sliver there and am mad at it still, I guess, haha).
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