A walk in the park

Or rather, a walk to the park. That's what I take almost every morning (at least now when I'm on school break), and every afternoon.

This is how the routine goes: I put on my hat and ask someone help me with the mosquito repellant (yes, citronella and virgin coconut oil-based for kids), the sun screen and the shoes. Then I bring the bike over to the door.

There, someone helps me bring it down the stairs. (On weekdays, that someone is usually Pining, on weekends, it's usually dad.)

I wait at the top of the stairs for someone to help me down as well.

Or at least, that's what I'm told to do. But how could I learn anything if caution is always the lead word?

The rest of the routine you know already: I swing at the swings, slide down the slides...

...run over the lawn (with Baron, Stella and that other girl whose name mom keeps forgetting) and climb the sofas and whatever else looks climbable.Finally, I tell each an every one what year it is, as my wardrobe has at least four play shirts with that message.