Duck, duck, duck...

After a wonderful dinner (even if I do say so myself!) we all headed to the playground. Beautiful evening with a light breeze, not too warm, not too cool. Once we got there and got past the “Zane bring truck to playground?” and “Raz come to playground?” part of getting out of the car he ran across the lawn excitedly to the playground and… stood there. I guess he needed a few minutes to study the people and figure out a proper course of action, once he did then the rest of the evening was pretty non-stop. There was tag/hide-n-seek and later everyone gathered into a circle for a game of duck-duck-goose. Once Zane got a taste of being “it” he never stopped: no matter who else was going around the circle saying “duck..duck..duck” he was going around as well, gently touching heads and saying “duck.”

Part of it included a game of tag with some of the other kids. Two young girls and a little girl baby, along with their parents. A mom would count, all of the kids went and hid in pretty much the same exact spot each time: all three of them jammed into a giggling mass under a platform. The mom would pretend to look, “suddenly” see them, and then they did their best to wiggle out from underneath without bonking heads so as to run screaming away when she tried to tag them. The mom was a good sport, allowing Zane lots of leeway (and slow motion pursuit) as he tried to figure out what everyone was really doing.