Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Not yet...
After dinner this evening, we headed to the playground for a short romp. Max and Boo had been entertaining each other, with a little assistance from their dad, when Max became distracted. He was sitting astride a large tubular slide, and Reed was teasing him from inside it, when Max craned his neck over the opening and peered up the ramp.
"Mommy, there's a little girl up there and she's about Boo's age!"
Yes, and she was adorable to boot, with flaxen curls encircling her angelic face.
"My name's Max. What's your name?"
No reply. Just a coy giggle, and Max was hooked.
After chasing each other up and down the slides, they jostled on the spring-loaded see-saw. Max sought to win her favor by balancing fearlessly on the see-saw and dismounting with (in his words) the biggest jump ever.
And then it came time for us to leave.
"Mommy, can we bring her home with us?"
Oh, Max, maybe in another 25 years.
"Mommy, there's a little girl up there and she's about Boo's age!"
Yes, and she was adorable to boot, with flaxen curls encircling her angelic face.
"My name's Max. What's your name?"
No reply. Just a coy giggle, and Max was hooked.
After chasing each other up and down the slides, they jostled on the spring-loaded see-saw. Max sought to win her favor by balancing fearlessly on the see-saw and dismounting with (in his words) the biggest jump ever.
And then it came time for us to leave.
"Mommy, can we bring her home with us?"
Oh, Max, maybe in another 25 years.
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