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.
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.