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There’s a small pond down the street from us.  The state has laid claim to this pond, adding in a big playground area, a small beach and a $5 parking fee.

My kids pretty much think this is the greatest place ever.  Last night, I rallied the troops and told them we were going down to the playground.  Of course, even at the ages of eight and four, taking two girls anywhere is a chore.  The little one is guaranteed to have gum in her hair every time I put a brush through it, even though I have banned all gum from the house.

The older one will have to change her outfit no less than four times.  Twice because the color combination is horrific enough to blind, and twice because she decides it’s not frilly enough.

“You know we’re going to the PLAYGROUND, right?  There will be no Oscar’s handed out, there will be no paparazzi cameras, other than mine, of course.”

“Mama,” Allie asks, “This beautiful?”

“Yes, child.  Stunning.”  I thought Allie would be my tom boy, but the more she hangs around her sister…

They ran like wild apes on the playground equipment.  Allie, naturally, had to bring her tiara, her fairy wings and her little beanie baby monkey.  She doesn’t travel light.  We were the only ones in the whole park, so it was nice to let them be as loud and as obnoxious as they wanted to be.

After sliding, climbing and a bunch of swinging, we made our way down to the water front.  We dodged a bunch of geese that felt like they had claims to the beach area since all the beach-goers were gone for the day.  We threw some rocks into the water, because there’s nothing more satisfying to them than the “plop” of the rock and he resulting rings in the water.

And when it was time to leave, no one gave me a hard time, no one whined.  It was a beautiful end to the day.  I should make my way down there with them more often after dinner!