Our Days in the Park
After I pick her up from daycare, Charlotte and I have been walking over to an adjacent park where it’s not crowded and the grounds are well maintained. She likes to rip the grass out of the dirt and I like to be kept on my toes.
I realized today that, to the passing cars, we look absolutely insane. To them, there is no “we” – because Charlotte is rather tiny, what motorists see is a poorly dressed 29-year-old guy crawling around an abandoned softball outfield. It’s a wonder the office park security hasn’t swarmed on me.
Today it was a little too hot for the shade-free outfield, so we played under a tree across the street. This video is not remarkable in any way.