Chicken

This post is coming to you from chick fila, where I would love to say that my boy is not a chicken and climbs those steps with reckless abandon, crawling through tubes and sliding down slides but alas, that is not the case. If there are any other children around he will happily watch them play, and if there are no other children he will march up those three steps... And then back down. We've tried meeting friends, thinking if he knew someone it would encourage him, but to no avail. You'd think a kid so intent on being crazy (especially on playgrounds) would be braver, but no. He loves the IDEA of playing at playplaces, but something about the enclosed space just doesn't work for his sensitive nature. Although right now he's alternating between stuffing chicken nuggets in his mouth and jumping three feet off the bench seats.

I bought a gift certificate for our favorite Mexican restaurant today for a birthday present, and I suppose I should tell you that I find it to be a good thing that it took 3 people who understood "gift certificate" in English. Even if it was a little annoying. One guy thought I was asking for seating for 25.

And I stopped by Joann's to get supplies to make wings for Spencer's semi-homemade buzz lightyear costume which he is seriously excited about. If it works out how I want, pictures are to come later today - I'm even excited.

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