We were down in the Bay Area last weekend, and since there's not a whole lot of space to run around at Grandpa's house, we thought it would be nice to go to the park. Billy had already taken Timothy to the little park nearby a couple of times, so I suggested going to a big park in Walnut Creek. So we hopped in the car and headed out. When we got there, it was a little breezy (okay, it was totally windy), but Timothy was nice and cozy in his cords and "Turbo" sweatshirt (so cute!), so we figured we'd be okay.
We got his ball out of the car (best $2 we ever spent, btw!) and let him go on the grass. Big. Mistake. He went running after the ball and fell, and his hand landed. Right. In. A. Pile. Of. Goose. Poop.
Yes. Goose poop. 'Nuff said.
Anyway, we decided to move over to a different area, to see if we could avoid any more such encounters. Much to my dismay, however, there was a, ahem, lovely couple - shall we say - enjoying each other a little too much, if you catch my drift. Now, I realize that Spring has sprung and love is in the air, but really? At a playground where there are upwards of 50 toddlers running around? C'mon, wait 'til you get home, people! (And they weren't even teenagers - had they been, I probably would've cut them a little more slack!)
Anyway, long story short, we let Timothy play for a little while longer, and then headed back home. We were freezing our butts off by that time, anyway!
Probably won't be going back to that park anytime soon... mostly because of the goose poop. Hehe!