E discovered a stash of gold at the foot of the slide.

Why can’t I see anything out of this darn-fool piece of equipment?

Ah. There we are.


Walking like a man.

Brave eyes.

I DID it!

Not to be outdone.

Pigtails dancing as she runs.

I think there is a future teenager looking out of that face. Really, Mom? More pictures? Can I go down the slide now?

Living large and casting long shadows in the last summer sun.