We thought it was kind of funny. Then we heard the Mom saying to the lady who was selling the truck, "We looked at one just like this yesterday, except that it was hot pink, and my husband really wanted me to buy it, which is why he's not here today."
When we got to the park, there were two boys playing with a frisbee, so we stopped and watched them for a few minutes; one of the boys was older than the other, and kept throwing the frisbee so hard that it would go across the street into one of the yards, and the younger boy kept having to climb a small fence to retrieve it, but he never complained about it, so we figured he was fine with it.
Then we did all the normal things (play on the teeter-totter and the swings, ride the giant frog, climb up the ladder then refuse to slide down unless we were sitting in Dad's lap) until we got to the big tire swing, which Hazel demanded that Dad ride while Hazel pushed, but it turned out that Dad was too big for the tire, so we decided it'd be easier if Hazel pushed the tire with nobody on it, so she pushed it hard, and it came back and bopped her lightly on the head and knocked her onto her butt, which she thought was the funniest thing in the world.
Then she got up and did it again, only this time she actually tried to headbutt it, at which point Dad decided that we should go find dandelions instead.
Then we decided to fly around the park, which consisted of us flapping our arms while we ran in circles, making whooshing sounds like we were flying through the wind.
Then we went home and had crackers.
