Construction on our neighborhood's park is almost done.

This is our new sprinkler. The day was perfect for water play, so Norah asked,
"Where are the sprinkles?!"

I had already called the parks department to ask the same question.
The director answered me in a tone of voice that suggested I should have known.

"Well...We don't turn the water on till school lets out... Of course."

See my homeschooled daughter. Marginalized.

I don't like it either, Avril.


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