The other evening, in order to offset a long and cranky day, Harper and I walked to a park with Auntie M and Atticus. Auntie M and I sat on a bench and vented/chatted, while Harper ran off some steam and proved two things about herself:
1.) If there is such a thing as a two-year-old OCD, she has it. Let's just say she is a little set in her ways.
2.) Her hair does some funky things because of the static on plastic playground slides.
So here's how Harper's "playing" went:
1. Scurry up the steps at one end of the playground equipment.
2. Look at the twisty slide and yell, "The ant is still there!" (Early on in her playground adventure she noticed a little ant near the top of the twisty slide.)
3. Run across the bridge, arms flailing, yelling nonsensical preschool syllables.
4. Stop at the giant tic-tac-toe board and spin a few pieces.
5. Sit at the top of the tall slide and yell, "Here I go guys!"
6. Slide down, using feet to keep the descent slow.
7. Lay down at the bottom of the slide as though exhausted.
8. Sit up slowly and look at Mommy and Auntie M so they can fully appreciate the impact of the plastic slide on hair.
9. Run across the wood chips, jumping on and off the raised platforms at the bottom of each slide, until back at the steps.
10. Repeat. For nearly twenty minutes straight.
Have I ever mentioned that Harper is a bit. . . particular?