With most of the chores out of the way, Sunday is a time for enjoyment. Around noon, Andy and I go to the park. He enjoys himself immensely, even gets a chance to play with the big kids, three boys all of 8 or 9, but in Andy's eyes they are no doubt giants. Everything is fine until he takes a tumble while pushing the merry-go-round. He gets his hands all muddy and starts to fuss about that. Suddenly my grown-up son is a 3 year old again. I'm not much comfort to him since I have nothing I can use to clean him off. What a difference from last year, though. He would have never spun around on the merry-go-round like he did today. Back home, Andy and I stay outside. I turn over the soil in the raised beds, pick up branches, and then play basketball with Andy. We're outside a total of three hours.
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