Yesterday night I was awakened by a crying child who wanted to go to the park, so I picked myself up and got ready for the trek to the park. On our way to the park I was informed that we only need to hold hands when on the street and that there is no need to do so on the sidewalk. Fair enough. I asked him who made that rule and he said, "me did.". I wont argue with that. We also got to meet a kitten, of which we named Humphrey. I was very close to taking it home with me, but decided against it since I don't like big cats. And I don't really have anywhere for it to go. And the whole someone probably owning it thing. Once we actually got to the park we went on the trail around to the different ponds and then over to the slides.
{mangy little cat}
{making his shadow make funny moves}
{small pieces}
Then the fun began because we both spotted the ducks at the same time and went over to look at them. There were a ton and people were feeding them. One lady came over and gave little e a piece of bread so he could get in the action also. I had to help him because he was throwing out too big pieces and I wasn't going to give a duck CPR if it started choking. Pretty soon, there were half of the ducks in the pond coming over and I began to go back to my childhood when brother was attacked by a goose. Long story. But as the ducks were getting out of the water and walking up to us I began to panic. What would I do if they started pecking at us, do they even peck? This whole time I was trying to lighten the mood so E wouldn't be worried by laughing, of which had to be forced and oddly unnatural. I tried to get them to go toward the bread that I threw away from us, but the large duck saw the larger piece in my hand and was determined to go for it. At this point people were watching me while I was fighting away the ducks. I was about to just eat the muddy bread myself just to get the ducks away from me.
{see how close they got?}
Finally I decided that I had to get them away so my best tool was E himself. I began to swing him a little towards the ducks and that got them to move away so that I could regain strength for a second enclosure. I am sure that at this point {sister 1} is freaking out that I used her son as a weapon to keep myself safe. But don't worry. It wasn't that bad. Finally we ran out and I held up my hands at the ducks as if they knew what I was doing. But I think they finally got the idea and left us alone. At that point I was ready to go home. Especially since the mosquitos were coming out. I knew that if I just told E that we needed to leave he would freak out so I quickly said that the mosquitos were coming out and that we need to leave quick. I used my scared voice as possible. Thank goodness he had no idea what a mosquito was because he was ready to go. Later I told him what they were and he seemed bummed that I tricked him that easily. Even though we left that quick I still have about three or four mosquito bites and I am sure hoping one is the West Nile Style.
On our way home E was walking slower than I have ever seen a human walk before and there was nothing I could do to get him to walk faster. So I finally had to pick him up and carry him the rest of the way. At one point I got so tired that I had to pick an apple off the tree to get some energy in my body. I didn't even care that there was a hole in it that was suspiciously worm-like. We passed Humphrey and named a few more animals on our way back. Once we got home I realized that I had missed the entire Glee episode, but it was well worth it.
