As we were heading out today, one of our neighbors walked by. We said we were going to the park, and she said, “Is it a nice park?”
I honestly didn’t know how to answer that.
We’re lucky enough to live near quite a few parks with playground areas–although lately Baguette has been more excited about running around on the grass than in the swings and slides. But, hey, whatever burns off that nap-resistant energy.
We wound up at one that has tennis courts, but not a duck pond. What did Baguette want to do most? Go beach! Err, play in the sand. You know, that thing that’s so concerning to her teachers. So we let her do just that. For over an hour.
My take on the park? It had a playground and lots of grass. And nobody stabbed us. So, sure, it was a nice park.
Yay for unencumbered sand time!
Baguette agrees with you!
Ha! Kinda like my take on a nice park: the equipment is only moderately dangerous and there is no visible cat poop. (Outdoor parks are not really a “thing” in Jakarta)
So we could go to the same park, is what you’re saying.