Playdate

This, my friends, is the face of a man who realizes he’s made a mistake.

In other news, Hugo volunteered to watch over a handful of toddlers when all the other parents dropped out of the scheduled outing.

He’s braver than I, I spent this whole afternoon behind my computer, hiding behind the excuse of three deadlines to meet before the end of the week.

Oh, the deadlines were very real, and very scary, and a lot of work, but at least I didn’ t have to clean up anything or break a fight between to four-year-olds.

They’re not even through the park gates and it’s already begun.

Hannah is making friends.

Hugo has bravely taken on the role of father to every kid there. Since Hannah is ignoring him like the teenager that she’ll eventually become, he is teaching Shanti, my great-uncle’s grand-daughter, to go down a slide.

I don’t know what three little tots can find to gossip about, but apparently they found topics to have deep conversations on. 

The woman in the background is actually my aunt. I wish I could have been there to talk to her at least.

Hannah is unafraid of a hamburger that’s bigger than her face.

Not all of the kids want to make friends.

Little brats. Don’t they know my daughter is perfect?…

And then finally, at the end of the day, the little angel collapses, exhausted.

You know, I’ll take back what I said. I wish I could have witnessed some of the cuteness first-hand.