We caught up with some of Kevin's pre-"this life"* friends this weekend at one of our favorite playgrounds. They brought along the adorable Baby Fiona, who is just a dozen or so days younger than Thomas.
She also happens to be the world's cutest baby ever
While Lucy and Peter were on the swings, and Kevin was chatting with people who knew him before the trappings of parenthood enslaved him, Thomas was putting the moves on his new little girlfriend. "His moves" include a broad repertoire of skills, like "I can touch your hand! that's so awesome!" and "you speak my da-da language too!" and "wow, you're the same size as me, that's awesome!" Also, apparently Thomas's internal dialogue is written by a high school surfer. Awesome.
There had been a few improvements to the playground since we last visited, including the installation of several signs commanding parents to watch their children, ordering parents to keep all food off of the play space (NO COFFEE! NO SODA!! THIS MEANS YOU, STARBUCKS TOTING MAMA), some very loud musical instruments, and, of particular note on a crazy-hot day, misters! They were enjoyed by many, talls and shorts alike, and by at least one child who guzzled the mist straight from the nozzle. And - surprise, surprise - it wasn't one of mine.
*Pre-Amy, pre-grad school, pre-children.
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