Most mornings Devon and I walk the dog. He likes to point and say “Poo” whenever the dog poos. The dog seems to enjoy having an audience too. Then we pass by the park to drop off the poo.
Even though Devon doesn’t know the word for park or playground, he points enthusiastically and grunts. So we have to stop and climb all the things. The park is the highlight of the dog walking trips, and even the dog is now climbing the playground equipment and making herself at home: