Welcome to StoryTime Park
A story about a park - with books.
As one does after finally putting the child to bed - I was having a snack when she bounced down the stairs in her little blue nightgown with unicorns and showed me this:
I asked why she wasn’t in bed as I passed her a nacho I was snacking on. 1 She told me that she was hard at work on the photo above.
“It’s StoryTime park”, she says “these are the books” and points to the rainbow bookshelf. “I had this in my head”, she tells me
I replied that this was nice, but what i have in my head rhymes with “Bed”, so she bounced upstairs again - but not before telling me I could keep the artwork for my keepsake box downstairs.
I will keep this one because what a great idea. Forget Starbucks as your “third place” - the lattes suck and cost over five bucks now. But a StoryTime Park I could get behind.
And now that I think of it - our local library is a StoryTime Park as it’s on a park property and just behind it are baseball and soccer fields and a pretty good play set with slides and swings too. For such a small village as ours this is a pretty decent setup with picnic tables and tennis courts. I need to make a note this spring when it warms up and we can both explore books and run around in the park where we can exercise the mind and body2 in one stop.
To summarize:
I was eating chips and doom scrolling while the child designed what could be the perfect idea for an outing at a venue that’s a mile away from our front door.
Guess whom in the family is going places?
It’s not the one eating chips that’s for sure.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.
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I suddenly sound like a “wellness” writer.