Toddlers are Contrary Critters
Despite a sky the colour of my son's "white" sport socks - the way they used to look, anyway, before I strategically switched to gray socks, so now they can be this colour legitimately - and a rather damp wind, the children's relentless energy drove me outside. Maybe with an hour or so of park play under their little belts, they would be able to sit for more than four seconds. Maybe they would stop the ear-piercing shrieking that always accompanies their running. Their ceaseless, kitchen-to-livingroom, livingroom-to-kitchen floor-pounding, china-rattling, bambambambambambam.... Those little feet do not "pitter-patter", let me tell you. Never mind those skies. Never mind the damp. Never mind the nasty chill wind. Must. Get. Out. Of. The. House. So we pack them up (no one was helping me; that was a royal "we"), we get them outside, we take them to the park, and when we get there.... They sit in the sand. They sit on the play structure.They are calm, they are still, they are quiet.