Getting him to leave is like pure torture. He is so happy on the walk there; laughing, pointing at squirrels, and talking about how excited he about "pwaying on the swide." Then on the walk home, he is such a sad little man. For at least the first block he cries, then he tries really hard to keep looking at the playground, then he asks, "Where frens go?" And it happens the same way everyday. Life is rough when you are 2 y'all.
|He loves counting these balls. He can even count backward! I did not know he knew how to do that.|
|So much sass.|
|So sad that he had to leave the toys.|
|Playing in the backyard made life better.|