A nine year old boy lives next door. Lee luh-uhves him. And he is so sweet - he comes over to talk to Lee, and last weekend, he asked Lee if he wanted to play in his yard. Lee was overjoyed to be playing with the "big boys." But then, disaster struck. The big boys were going down the street to another boy's house, and Lee wanted to "go along." It was so sweet to include him. But, of course, I can't let him just go walking down the street at three years old. I said no.
Oh, the tears! The ensuing conversation about wanting to be older, promising to be careful and staying in the grass, wanting to play with the boys, and so on. My heart was breaking to watch it.
Bryan came up with the great idea of going to an elementary school we drive by often. Lee always asks to go play there. So we packed up and went to play. There was a another little boy there and Lee played and had fun and (temporarily) forgot his troubles of young age.
This was also KW's first time to play at a real playground. She loved the climbing, and even got her first busted lip. After a brief hug, she wanted to try the mountain ladder again, even though there were still tears!