You would think that the park is a place where kids play on the playground equipment, but today when we arrived, 7 of the 11 children that were there were playing down the hill in the little stream. Three moms were lined up on the railing watching their kids. One quickly ran down the hill to help her three year old pee behind a tree. I felt right at home.
All the children were filthy, but none started or finished as scroungy as my Shakespeare. He was wearing the last pair of clean pants from his drawer and a T-shirt that didn't match. He was also wearing last year's sandals that still contain smells from last year. Gag!
It wasn't five minutes before he was soaked to the bone--slipped on a rock while doing something daring. He was wearing a shirt that boasts, "I do my own stunts". Yep, I guess you do, buddy!
Oh well, the point was to have fun. I think he did.
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