Yesterday when I was cleaning up the kitchen I found an old hamburger bun on top of the fridge. Rather than go to our dinky little park near us, I thought it would be a fun change to go to Town Lake Park and feed the ducks.
In theory, Dean likes ducks. He knows what they're called and what they say. He likes the "5 little ducks book" we own.
In real life, not so much. Nor does he like any bird within hearing range apparently.
There aren't many mature trees in our neighborhood, so there aren't a lot of birds close by. Town Lake is surrounded by big trees filled with noisy birds. Dean was worried from the moment we got out of the car. He clung to me as we tried to feed the ducks. They weren't even at our feet; they were in the water a little removed from us. Scared him silly. I couldn't even get through half of one side of the bun before an all out melt down.
Guess I'll stick with the good ol' swings and slides near us for awhile yet. At least I can walk to our park. That's a plus.
The worst thing about our park, however, is the group of 20 or so Jr. High kids that swarm the swings and play area when their school lets out. They're the first school to let out so they're almost always there when we go. Yeah, the last time we were there a couple of kids set off 2 bombs of some sort with shrapnel. I'm guessing a dry ice bomb, but I'm not sure since I only heard it. The two kids initiating it got their hands all cut up (didn't stop them though, since they did it again about 30 min. later). One of the ring leaders was an old piano student of mine. I'm pretty sure I saw a fleeting moment of panic when he noticed me there. The stoicism quickly returned, however. He declined the water I offered for him to wash off his bleeding hands.
On a very unrelated topic, Dean now asks for "guacguac" in his "mik". That would be chocolate Isagenix. hahaha. Love it.