Music Time and A Couple of Parks

It's tough, being a grandparent.

You have to go to the park

and climb on the slide

and slide down the slide.

There was lots of wandering around

and crawling under 

while wondering where her minions might be hiding. 

There was looking for Grandpa through the bars,

and following the parade behind her.

You have to watch her devour a grilled cheese sandwich while flirting with the worker bees, 

and then go to music class where she becomes the queen bee.

And then, after singing and dancing and making music with every kind of percussion instrument ever invented,

you must go to another park, where tan bark makes the littlest human in the party extremely happy.

There were dinosaurs to sit upon

and cars to drive

before it was time to go home.

As I warned you yesterday, there's not a lot of pithy thought this week.

There's just lots and lots of love.