Chick Fil A playground
Buy some candy
Eat some hot dogs
I cheated a little bit by starting our Toddler Agenda Day with a "hike" that was actually a "stream cleanup" sponsored by my employer. Hank didn't seem to mind.
|"I am Wolverine!"|
The weather was sunny and temperatures around 62 degrees, but the water is still very cold. The turtles were sunning themselves and unwilling to move much. Hank thought this one was waving at him. Watch the range of emotions on his face, as the turtle refuses to move (though he looks like he's waving his front left leg):
|"C'mon turtle, wave at me!"|
|"Daddy, this turtle won't move. Is he dead?"|
I only have three rules for Hank when we're fishing:
1. Have fun / let's stop if you're not having fun.
2. Don't give up. You can figure it out.
3. Watch where you step.
When I caught the first fish of the day. Hank had wandered off to have an imaginary swordfight (stick) with a bad guy of some variety, and he didn't get back to me quickly enough to "help me" reel in the fish. I honestly didn't care and made sure I told him it wasn't a big deal, but his own expectations for himself overtook him, and that was a hard nut to crack. He kept telling me he was sorry for giving up and that he wished he was more patient, and he went to the edge of the swamp and sat by himself. He was really hard on himself, which was hard to watch.
After about 15 minutes he bounced back, and he did get his fish about 20 minutes later. From there, we hit a gas station for some candy, where Hank saw what appeared to be an escort and said, "Daddy, that lady must be going to a special party!" Ha ha ha. We hit the neighborhood playground for a solid hour, and finally Hank said, "Daddy, I wanna go home." We got hot dogs to go and went home to watch Star Wars DVDs and rest my aching legs.
Not a bad day at all!