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This is what a little surfer boy does in the city
Tuesday, June 23, 2009 Because this is Chicago and there's no such thing as a smooth seasonal transition, it is suddenly, horridly humidly, blissfully summer. I dragged the kid out from behind the couch cushions where he was playing with 47 tiny Star Wars action figures to go to the sprinklers at the park. He insisted on full surfer boy gear -- because it is essentially a costume and that's how he rolls.Yes, those are new Darth Vader sunglasses. You know...because Anakin had sensitive eyes from all the sandy pod-racing (or something).
Amidst the babies in sagging diapers and exhausted parents and cold showers blowing through the still, hot air, my son squealed and screamed and leaped and raced through the sprinklers. And then, because there was stuff nearby to climb upon, that was all followed up by climbing upon those things. It was, by far, the best hour of my day. Maybe even week.
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