A lonesome moment in the life of the Brooklyn child of Oregonian parent:
But of course Rosemary was oblivious to the fact that there was no one else around and was having a grand old time splashing around, trying with intermittent success to stay upright on slippery ground wearing rain boots two sizes too big. She was seriously bummed when I decided that soaked through meant time to go home. Doesn't that just mean you can't get any wetter, so you might as well stay there? Hot bath and nap followed.
Singing in the Rain:
3 comments:
I love this post! My kids have a lot of those moments, too. ; )
aww - cute. what playground is that? looks nice.
I love it! The good thing about a Bklyn playground in the rain is NO MUD.
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