Not long after the kids arrive home for the weekend, the pleas of “Can we go to the park?” start, now that we live directly across the street from a playground. (It was definitely a selling point in choosing this place.) We headed over to the park Friday evening, and instantly Gary’s fame as the Coolest Toy Ever became evident.
Kids all over the park spotted him and started taunting “You can’t catch meeeeeeee!” before racing away, whipping glances over their shoulders to see if he was coming after them yet. I cracked up. So Gary has a little posse now, a gang of kids who want him to chase them all over the park.
One little girl in particular was highly amusing. Perched demurely on the see-saw, wearing a dress that looked better suited to a china doll than a little girl on a playground, her Shirley Temple curls adorned with a floppy bow, she smiled charmingly and seemed shy at first glance.
That didn’t last long.
Once she spotted Gary, she leaped up, bellowed like a fog horn, “HEY! Na na na na! You can’t catch me!” then shrieked and tore off across the park, amazingly agile in her fancy dress and shoes. Whether Gary tagged actually her or not was inconsequential. With a wave of her royal hand, she dismissed the notion that she was, in fact, now “it”, and simply restarted the game by yelling “You can’t catch me!” and running off again, turning now and then to see where the big fella was.
For a while, Dove played with her on the see saw. I think Dove wanted to pick her up and tote her around like a doll, but I encouraged her to say hello instead. When the little girl told Dove her name, I prodded Dove, “Why don’t you tell her your name now?”
Dove turned to her and said, “What’s my name?”
A match made in heaven.