With A having strep throat and all, we decided to skip church Sunday morning so as to not pass the plague on to unsuspecting kids in the nursery, and instead, went to the park to spend the morning with the rest of the heathens. The park we frequent has a ton of ducks that are usually very hungry and tend to stalk park goers in hopes of scoring a stray snack, so we were armed with a giant sack of stale bread that we had saved over the course of the week. A loves to feed the ducks, so we were really looking forward to a fun morning of duck-fattening.
Unfortunately the duck-fattening didn't happen as planned. Almost every family with young kids brings a loaf of bread to this park to feed the ducks, so maybe by Sunday they were already stuffed to their eyeballs and simply weren't hungry for our bread. Perhaps they have already started their low-carb diets, trying to slim down for bathing-suit season. Could be that they are just sick to death of bread, and they're all, Seriously, who told you people ducks only eat simple carbohydrates? Can't you spare a Porterhouse? Some yogurt? Heck, we'd even take Brussels sprouts! Anything but bread!! Or maybe they like bread alright, just not our week old hard-as-a-rock bread that could render a duck unconscious if Alex's aim was off a little.
Whatever the case, the ducks were not interested in our bread. But we didn't let that ruin our fun. Alex tested out each piece of playground equipment - more than once - and impressed us by mastering the rock wall, which he can now scale in under eight seconds. He is fearless when it comes to the slide, and the higher you can push him on the swing, the better.
Next Saturday, our church is having "Family Fun in the Park" day, complete with a bouncy house and games and snacks and loads of fellowship. So assuming we haven't been kicked out for playing hooky this morning, we have that to look forward to.