Now with the sun out again and temperatures in the low 80s it's a different story. Now it's - choices, choices, choices. And you never go wrong with a joyride. First stop - the recycling station. Always great fun because you can hurl the bottles so hard into the container that the sound of breaking glass can be heard all the way to the hipster playground, getting nervous moms and dads to look around if junior did some damage.
After that off to the other, not quite as hip playground with the much cooler layout. Big adventure - the resident raven stole a piece of pretzel Karl had parked right next to himself for later consumption. He looked quite dismayed and contrary to me really didn't think that the avian strafing run was so funny. Later super-preggo and her evil twins came by and honed in on Karl's bobby-car right away. Strange class warfare impulse - Schadenfreude when really rich people have really ugly kids.
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