The sun, the breeze, a perfect day for the beach.
“Is it a lake or a sea?”, asked mom.
“Lake. No, sea!”, said Randall.
On a very hot summer day, we take a train ride into the city. This is Randall’s second time at Millennium Park. The first visit was a year ago and he has certainly grown a lot, for he no longer needs help when climbing up and down the big structures. Still, for Randall, the best part of the playground is the skate park, where he wins a race over daddy.
We end our visit with a boat tour along the river, learning the city’s legendary architecture and the history behind it.
Randall was excited about the move, about the air travel, about hotels, about the place we moved into, as usual. The city gave us a nice surprise the second day after we arrived as we ran into Chicago’s 60th Air and Water Show. The airplanes went loop-de-loop left and dipsy-doodle right over the lake, performing amazing stunts. An F-35 fighter jet roared soared through the sky right above the crowd. Spectacular as it might be for adults, its loud noise turned out to be a little scary for some little ones, like Randall.
These are the teachers and these are the kids. Now I’m gonna eat the teachers!