Just like the old days

This year we've stopped going to Sawyer Park on the swings or to Cider Hill farm to get cider donuts and feed the chickens.  Henry outgrew these weekly father/son outings and spent the spring and summer playing at home with his neighborhood friends.  Oddly, right before 1st grade started, he asked me if we could do both today.  I think he was doing it for me, not him.  Sweet boy.