
I hated the swings, I hated the slide, I hated the teeter totters.. I hated just about everything at the park. I even hated the wood chips they put on the grounds. The only thing that really truly fascinated me was this boys bike. I wanted that bike. Oh, and I also found fascination in the cars that drove by. As some of you may know, I am very much into wheels. I like wheels of all kinds. Ones on cars, shopping carts, strollers.....

Back to the park. When we first got there, Mommy put me in a swing. I cried. She got on one and sat me on her lap. I fussed. We got off the swings and went to the slides. I wasn't having any of that either. Daddy convinced her to go down the super big slide with me. I think she was just as scared as I was. Then Daddy took me for a slide down. They had me try out all the different things at the playground but I kept watching the boy on the bike riding around. I was determined to make it my mission to get that bike. When Mommy and Daddy weren't looking, I made my escape towards the boy.... but he was too quick.
Don't get me wrong, the whole outing wasn't a bust. I did laugh and smile - saw a couple doggies, saw lots and lots of cars (wheels!) and got to play with some leaves. I also got to ride on Daddy's shoulders and I bit Mommy's finger.