Carter does not have school on Friday. To entertain ourselves we went to a local playground. As we were almost there Carter spied a trail he wanted to check out and told me his bones were telling him they needed exercise before he could play. His bones, he told me, needed to walk on that trail. Who am I to argue with Carter’s bones?
We went over aTrip Trap Bridge and narrowly missed being grabbed by the hairy hand of the troll who lives under it.
We walked through the woods until we came to a large clearing:
In the clearing there was a great old tree:
We hung out at the tree for a while looking up into the branches before heading off to the playground:
I am glad Carter’s bones needed some exercise.