Victor. San Francisco. February 2017.
Victor isn’t dressed like a fashion plate, but he and his son are so cute.
I love water fountains at parks, I know they are probably filled with the most disgusting germs – but it’s something that hasn’t changed – like the library or post office.
When my boys were little, I lived at the park. The playground was the only place, I could sit my tired booty down and not worry about anything – the kids were free and so was I. I’m thinking I should personally thank the Parks and Recreations Department for allowing me that time to socialize, read magazines and yes, beg other parents to push my kids on the slide….
When you live in cities, parks become the glue that keeps parents of non school age kids together – I made so many interesting friends at the park, especially in Miami. Neal’s first friend was a child of a Japanese diplomat and his mom, a police officer in Tokyo, was one of my first “mom” friends.
My point: It’s lonely out there, bring your kids to the park. You may learn how to take down a Japanese thief in two easy steps, or just get to have some old fashion small talk with adults. But don’t go without your kids, because that’s weird.
Running after two kids is serious exercise, you have to be in major shape – I used to play mind games with older kids to get them to play with my little ones at the park.. what?
Yea, how can you not look at them and smile.