We visited Cheryl Duren, an old family friend, and my boys played with her grandkids and a neighbor's son. As you can see, the whole yard was set up for a tireless celebration of childhood:
Aidan wasn't so sure about the dogs, though:
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Ah, the adoration of Nana:
Nathaniel was so very distraught when it was time to leave that he required an adult-assisted departure.*
* This is a polite way of saying he had a kicking, screaming, hysterical banshee-like tantrum with force that indicated he was aware that hurricane season had started. If you've parented a three-year-old, you probably know what an "adult-assisted departure" is...and if you haven't, no description here will do its frustrating and humiliating reality any justice.
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