We managed to pick up a new letterbox planted by Jiggs, took a few photos of the First Avenue bridge being demolished (to be shared in a separate post) . . . and then headed to Waterworks Park for a picnic supper.
What boy doesn't love a huge piece of watermelon. I kind of miss the real watermelons with black seeds that we used to spit at each other. Those were the good old days . . . LOL . . .
After dessert, the two younger boys wanted to play in the splash pad. The oldest g'son stayed with his grandpa I the rest of us headed off to play.
Grandpa warned the boys that if they got wet they would have to walk home. We didn't have extra clothes or towels and he wasn't letting any wet kids into his van. Well the gauntlet was thrown, and the boys used every bit of their clever brains to figure out ways to play in the splash pad without getting their backsides wet. I can't remember the last time I laughed so much. I have very clever grandsons.
After a while, even the oldest couldn't resist and joined in the fun.
Guess what? They were wet everywhere but their backsides so Grandpa had to let them in the van and drive them home . . . LOL.
I love it when I can have a great day with Hal and the boys like this one.