A mall closer to our home has a kiddie play area, so Grandma A and I tried it out today. N wanted only to play in the blue car. He seemed to think it was HIS car. He tolerated his brother being in it with him, but that's it. When I took him out to let other kids have turn - because they were swarming it and he'd been "driving" it for quite some time, he wasn't upset - he was just done with play land. While M bounced around the kiddie play land like a live action pinball machine, N just kept making a beeline for the exit! Like if he can't play in the car, he might as well leave.
|Where to, Bro?|
|Cab! I need a cab!|
Funny story about this play land - this was the boys' second visit. Their first was last month when I was flat on my back with the flu and my fab Hubs took the boys out on his own for a guys' night - so I could rest in a quiet house. (What a doll! He's taken, ladies!) God bless him - I would never take them to a place like this without help. He said, "I couldn't keep track of both of them at the same time! They were both going opposite directions and N kept running for the exit and it was really busy with lots of kids!" (*Smirk* I could have told him that would happen!) But my eternally optimistic husband caught them both and herded them to the food court to feed them Chickwich (the closest thing to Chick-fil-A we can find up north).
|Cruisin' in the Convertible|