Hallowed (play) ground

My nephew is a kid who loves the playground.

No, I mean he really loves the playground.

I was up one morning week before last at 5am, and he marched into the kitchen and demanded to be taken to the playground.

I said, "David, it's dark. Look out the window. See? It's still dark out there. Don't you want to go back to bed?"

"Don't wanna go to bed. Wanna go playground."

I went over and opened the front door. "Look. See how cold it is outside. We can't go to the playground til the Sun comes out."

He went over and put on his coat over his Thomas the Tank Engine Pajamas. Then he starts to put on his shoes.

I finally resorted to making pancakes and putting on some kid's TV channel. That bought me about an hour and a half.

Kurt "big daddy" True
9 march 2004