Elizabeth begged to go to the park just before supper. "We can ride in the wagon", she said. I had visions of the last time we took the wagon to the park where little brother fell asleep in big sister's arms on the way home. It sounded good.
Turns out that the kids no longer fit in the wagon together, at least not with boots on. Elizabeth tried a variety of strategies to squeeze herself into the wagon with her brother without losing circulation in her feet.