With Luisa at the Isar

Those are glorious days in Munich. I can see the Alps from my desk almost every day of the week. And if I squint really hard, I think I can see Karl lounging down at the river Isar with his buddy Luisa (I think it rhymes in English as clumsily as in German). They were throwing stones at each other (I guess that's how you express infatuation at that age). When they turned to rocks they luckily failed to do any real damage, because they couldn't really throw them too much further than just short of their own toes.
Later I heard there was some major rocking over at the playground, where they also had some serious "cute overload" competition. Here's a round Luisa won. Karl seems to be good sport and not a sore loser.