It was a lovely morning in late spring. The sun was shining but it was not too hot. A cool breeze was blowing from time to time. It was a perfect day for the park.
I strapped my little son in his car seat, packed a snack, his water and milk, and set out.As I put the car in reverse I could see the excitement on his face. I felt the same way too. The anticipation of a treat is as pleasurable as the treat itself.
At the park, we were the kings of the castle.Being a weekday morning we had the whole a e to ourselves.
My son had learned to walk unsupported only a week ago. He could walk very confidently at home But was a little unsure at first in a new place. He soon got the hang of it.
He wanted to take off his shoes and socks on the grass. This was strictly forbidden at home but here I gave in.
Our day passed without a hiccup. Finally, the little guy grew tired and sleepy, so we decided to head home.
Imagine our surprise when we found a balloon seller in the car park. Vendors could usually be seen in the vicinity in the evening but were rare on workday mornings.
Mother and son headed home in proud possession of a balloon and some memories I would always treasure. At home, he settled down to sleep immediately after lunch while I relaxed with a cup of tea and a book.
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