On Sunday morning we met our neighbors and their kids at a local playground. It was a blustery, cold morning, but the kids collectively seemed overjoyed to be outside, climbing and running around busily, like little motorized creatures set loose in a maze of metal and plastic and wood chips. There were one or two other families there, but no one with kids as old as L. Because the playground was relatively deserted, L. was enjoying himself immensely, which was so wonderful to see. At one point he came over to me and said, in a surprised sort of tone,
"I'm having a fun time."