I’ve had this thing against the Pink Park – all the people always make it feel dog unfriendly, so Kila and I never get to get irie and romp.   But since the xmas lights display, G has been wanting to go to the church and play around in their field\cafe\stair case\bbq pit\volleyball court.   Dark places with my pack, where we can romp and frolic uninhibited: perfect.

We wandered and played with a ball and talked smack and lay on our backs and sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star for over an hour. I am still ill-prepared to entertain G,   I still have no idea how to have a running dialog with a toddler.   I feel guilty for enjoying her enjoying her TV and her daycare, but i could never fill her with stimuli how they fill her with stimuli.   She has so many exciting things going on in her head It is so easy to play with her for as long as she wants when i let her run free.   She is such a vigorous little girl with such a lively mind.   We shopped for groceries at the grocery store, pushing the imaginary cart around the imaginary aisles, bricks worked like buttons, complete with her sound effects, to dispense all the foods she likes – eggs, pasta, milk, cheese, apples and LOLLIPOPS.   We almost forgot the beer!   We had to go back to the cashier again to buy it. I just roll with it, just glom on to whatever idea percolates up through her bouncing brain.   I’m kinda like her groupie, except for insisting we go back for beer.

There is a long haul back to the Pink Park, and I am tired of carrying her lazy ass.   Every day the same – I wanna go to the grocery store daddy.   Oh I’m so tired, you need to carry me. I made her walk, work her way out of the valley she rolled into; it worked for me earlier in the day at the Quad Bypass.   But I am a gentle taskmaster, and I understand about a positive mindset and the power of distractions to disguise the mileage and vf.   We take frequent breaks and play games along the way.   I thought for sure she would crash when we climbed back up to the park, it seemed to take all her strength, but once back and intact she rallied for some Hide & Seek and slide action for another 30 minutes.   It was cool for me, I grabbed another beer from the truck while she was counting – hiding in the truck, as it were.   Maybe not so good for G – I know now she is just a whiner who really has the legs for the climb.   She can’t play the baby card on the trail anymore. She’s a stone-cold killa.