7.23.09
Our beloved village park has been taken over by Summer Camp kids {hundreds of them!} and their prepubescent counselors. It's really messing with our morning routine of pretending like the park is our own private backyard. They haven't actually kicked us off the grounds, but they might as well have.
Bubster can't get in any slide time. Bleu can't get out of her stroller without being run down by a bunch of rowdy 10 year olds tackling each other. Saying things I don't want the kids hearing. I'd love to take back the park, or at least a small part of it, for all the displaced itty bitties in our town. And their moms. For now we're bypassing and going straight to the river or just steering clear altogether until at least 4pm. Buby is dealing.
Our beloved village park has been taken over by Summer Camp kids {hundreds of them!} and their prepubescent counselors. It's really messing with our morning routine of pretending like the park is our own private backyard. They haven't actually kicked us off the grounds, but they might as well have.
Bubster can't get in any slide time. Bleu can't get out of her stroller without being run down by a bunch of rowdy 10 year olds tackling each other. Saying things I don't want the kids hearing. I'd love to take back the park, or at least a small part of it, for all the displaced itty bitties in our town. And their moms. For now we're bypassing and going straight to the river or just steering clear altogether until at least 4pm. Buby is dealing.
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