The other week, we arrived at the KinderCare to collect the bambini, to be told that Clara had not been a good listener. She had, apparently, broke from the pack on the way in from outside, and torn about the big kid playground. Here, we pause to explain the the outdoor play area is divided in two, with the little kid area featuring a play house and some push-a-long bikes, and the big kid area featuring a full out jungle gym, a play house, and tricycles. Clara apparently was made to hold the hem of Ms. Manisha's shirt all the way inside which she did not like. Wild horses can't be broken, Brigade. Who's with us?
This morning found us at Wolfe Park following Joe's haircut and frankly, it's
abundantly clear why Clara made a break for the big kid playground at school the other week ago: she tears it up on the playground. See these ladder things?
She climbed both of them like it weren't no thing! She zips around things like a little. . .something. She's so surefooted and completely graceful. It's really something to see.
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