To save my Dad and myself the embarrassment, I haven't included the photo of Dad crawling up onto the slide to wipe the rain water off with his jeans. It was all sorts of uncoordinated, especially in steel-toe work boots. If that isn't love for a grandson, I don't know what is . . funny moment for me, but also very precious :)
Tate went down the slide a few times with a little supervision, and we also went down the big twisty slide and the silver one to the left together. The twisty one went well, the silver metal one- holy crap- that thing was fast, we came very close to a crash landing on my rear.
We had a great time and are loving every day we have left to spend outside. I think this child would nap outside if possible.
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