There is a beautiful park down the road in Enterprise and we go there with Sean just about every evening. After walking by a mucky brown duck pond, we finally make our way to a state-of-the-art playground. Like with most things, Sean has a routine at the playground from which he won't vary. First he and I ride on one side of the teeter-totter while Mom occupies the other. It must be this way. Putting Sean and Mom together to counter my gargantuan gut is not acceptable.

From the teeter- totter, he's off to the races, on his way to the firetruck and the highlight of his evening-the pony. He rides the firetruck with Daddy, but the pony is all about Mommy. As she sings "Sean like to the ride pony, pony, poooo-ooony, Sean likes to ride the Pony every single day...." he grins like a banshee. When it's time for Sean to "ride it real fast, real fast, reee-aal fast" we get a bonafide squeal. One day he might grow too old to ride the pony with Mom. But for now it's not just the highlight of his day, it's the highlight of mine as well.