On an overcast day, Dad, Cleo and I head to Willow Creek’s central park with Gram. The plan is just to take a walk around the park at first, but as we get there, it turns out there’ s a number of other activities we are interested in.

“Look Gram! That’s the last relic I found the other day! It’s really interesting because… well, do you see that indent above the llama’s eye?”

Grandma knows a lot about many things, but she never got around to studying archeology. I’m proud beyond what words can say to be able to show her my work and watch her nod as she learns more.

We hang by the stream for a while. Gram does ask us why Cyril didn’t come with, but the truth is, Cyril like his bedroom more than the outside world. Sometimes, Cleo laughs, she wonders if he doesn’t love his bedroom more than her twin.

Then we have a try at the rollerskating rink nearby.

I’m not too sure about it.

Not too sure at all. In fact, I keep falling.

Being hungry doesn’t help. I order a nice, refreshing fruit parfait at the nearest food stall.

Just the right amount of healthy calories!

Back to roller-skating with Gram.

I’m getting better at this.

In fact, I’m enjoying it a whole lot.

Mom is back from work, and she joins us directly at the park.

There are only four people skating around on that rink, and it looks like Mom is already sort of familiar with one of them. I’ve never seen her before myself, though she definitely looks familiar.

In any case she’s friendly, and better than us at skating, so she helps Mom. It’s sort of a weird sight, like a mother with a child, though they look about the same age.

I wouldn’t mind some help, too.

We’re all just very bad at this.