Then I moved on to the jungle gym. The meat of the playground. Where the real playing happens. I was ready for this. Or was I?
I wasn't. I resigned myself to just sitting with these boats on my feet and playing in the dirt. But as tasty and delicious as the tiny leaves were, I wanted to move on. Plus, Mama's ridiculous attempts to encourage me (yes, yes, I see how you're moving your feet) finally wore me down. It was time to do this.
Step 1 - stretch:
Step 2 - shake a leg:
Step 3 - hold on!
Hey, this is ok!
I even made a friend.
Step 4 (for Mama) - clean shoes:
It's better than the alternative.
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