Afternoon at Waterloo Park

We visited the baby llama again.

Infant llamas are so cute as to be mind-altering, and are destined to become a controlled substance. If you live in Waterloo, go see this one while you can. He is dusty black with two white socks. His body is only as big as a bread box, but his legs are at least a meter long and seem to have more than their share of knees. He has huge black eyes and long, flirty eyelashes.

The baby llama spends most of his time following mama llama around, trying to nurse while she is in motion. I felt sort of bad for mama llama, who kept getting butted in the tummy. Vivian, though, thought that was hysterical. Then she cracked herself up by trying to say "mama llama."

But Vivi is immune to cute the way snakes are immune to venom, and was more interested in the slides. She discovered that sand can be pushed into piles and that grandma knows how to play dragons. Later, she discovered that apples grow on trees (who knew!) and that ducks can be chased.

Later still, after we found her lying under the dining room table, she said those magic little words for the first time in her life: "I tired."