One such playground that we drive by ALL the time, but had never gone in, didn’t look all that appealing from afar. Old slide and jungle gym, overgrown grass, and not much else---except a sandbox! That’s pretty much enough for Fin these days and so we strolled up the street and around the corner to check it out. Finley jumped out of the stroller and got to work.
However, that slightly rusty slide was soon too tempting to ignore. Despite my pleas of, “Finley we only go down slides,” he just had to try it. What a stinker!
After sliding down from halfway up on his belly, he decided the ladder was worth a try. I held myself back and let him conquer this one and was laughing as he step he checked to see if I was watching and asked, “uh?” before going to the next rung.
With some reassurance, he made it!
In fact, he seemed so proud of this accomplishment that he did not want to slide down.
I really had to beg after five minutes or so and then moved over to wait at the bottom.
He came down, quite quickly in fact and then went back up once more before getting back into the sand. It started to drizzle later on and Finley felt the drops and looked up as if to find out where the water was coming from. I said to him, “It’s raining” and he immediately dropped his beloved shovel and ran to the stroller. He climbed into it himself (a first) and tried to buckle himself in—it was hysterical! I guess he’s a fair-weather digger.
By the time we got home, the rain had stopped and Finley wasn’t quite ready to go inside yet.
Luckily the one magic word to get him indoors, DINNER.
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