The weather is finally under 90 (or was this morning), so I told Lilly that yes, we could go to a playground. "With Essie?" she immediately asked, so I texted V and we agreed to meet at the giant, fenced-in playground that I'm in love with.
When we got there, Lilly ran in circles for awhile saying "It's so exciting it's so exciting!"
(I think we made her happy.)
Toward the end, Patrick tripped (no big deal), and started saying his foot hurt and he couldn't walk. Everything moved fine; he was just limping and whining. I had his dad take a look at it before nap, and he seemed to think it was mostly drama. We'll see if he's over it by tomorrow.