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It was a warm Friday afternoon. I had Hatchling No.2 in one arm (this child really needs to consider the merits of walking some time soon or I my arms are soon going to become Popeye-esque). In my other arm was a bag of supplies - critical items needed to maximise the enjoyment of an afternoon playground session followed by a sausage sizzle. As we opened the gate to the best playground ever in the whole world it was like entering another world. There was green grass (almost as rare as pixies and unicorns in Melbourne), trip-trap bridges, wiggly paths to follow on an adventure, slides, swings, shade (woo hoo!), totally child-proof fences, and free bbq facilities. Is it sounding pretty cool so far?
It was like a little haven for kids. Because it is so secure we were able to let them run and jump and play and hide and do whetever they felt like - FREEDOM!
In a society of super-cautious parents these poor little tackers don't often get much real freedom - we are always watching! Well, not at the best playground ever in the whole world. Here there was little harm they could come to (except maybe falling off a slide or something), so for the little people it was like taking off down the wide open road with the roof down. Fan-tas-tic!
A special mention to Gus for his choice of location for shoe removal - it took a long time, and in the end sheer luck for the Mum's to find those shoes. Another special mention to Chloe and Tilly's dancing - Hi-5 must surely become Hi-7 to include you two.
The final mention has to go (of course) to my little Hatchlings. I had two grubby, hot, sticky, slightly flushed and more than slightly grumpy little boys in the back of my car on the way home. Sleep came easily to them on Friday night, content with the promise that we could, one day, go back to the coolest park ever in the whole world.
Jen x
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