Our neighborhood has a few playgrounds in it. Whenever I pass by them, I get giddy thinking about the time when we'll be able to bring the boy down there to play.
The Young Johnsons were enjoying a nice summer evening with a stroll around the neighborhood. We stopped by the playground and decided to give it a whirl. We put Jack in the baby swing and he found it to be an interesting contraption. We decided he had enough when he wanted to eat the seat. Then Daddy took him down on the slide. He was a little confused. Then Lola saw another dog, began barking hysterically and embarrassed us all. It was time to go.