No, every day is not like Sunday. Which is too bad, because we went to the reservoir yesterday and had a picnic. The weather continues to be perfect, and we have been taking every chance we get to be outside.
In what was probably the greatest mixed message to date, I stood with Samson on the shore of the reservoir and pitched goldfish crackers to the ducks and geese. For some reason, he thought this was hilarious and laughed the way he does when his mom tickles him. I wonder if he was thinking "see it is too funny to throw food" or if he just liked watching the gulls swoop down as they looked for the orange, fish-shaped, smiling crackers.
Someone was kind enough to leave about six feet of fishing line on the ground near our blanket, so Samson and I got to play a lightning round version of cat's cradle as I desperately tried to untangle him and he desperately tried to make one of his hands match Jerry Garcia's.
I won, by the way.
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