Wheeeee!

When I was a little girl, my parents used to let me know it was just about time to leave the playground by telling me I could have "one more time" on the slide.



"Two more one more times" I would invariably shout in response.



Bobby has apparently inherited that gene. While we were in Lewisburg for Christmas, we took a walk downtown and discovered a fabulous series of jungle gyms. This is the advantage of living near the headquarters of playground equipment manufacturer Playworld Systems (for whom I used to model as a five year old, by the way, but that's another story).



So we sent Bobby down the littlest slide. He shrieked in delight. We did it again. He squealed louder. There were at least three slides just for little kids, and we tried them all. Over and over again.



Eventually we tore him away to finish our walk, but we came back to the playground again at the end. As soon as he saw the slides, he shrieked (his best pterodactl) and clambered for them.



I'm pretty sure if he could talk, he would have been saying "But Mo-om, two more one more times."