"Chase the Pigeon". Or in this case, chase the ducks.When we were in Italy on our honeymoon, huge crowds of young children of all nationalities would gang together to chase the pigeons around various town squares. None of these kids spoke the same language but they were able to play together as chase is a fairly universal game.
Well, Anthony hasn't gotten to play "chase the pigeon" yet, but he did get to chase ducks, which is a close second.
For Bob's birthday we went down to southern California so that we could go to the Red Bull Air Races. We left Anthony at my parent's house, of course. The trip was of dubious success. Anthony wasn't completely happy being left behind, he didn't nap well and he slept at night even less.
He did, however, enjoy an outing to a local park that had ducks. (And a few errant roosters/chickens/baby chicks.) Mean Mama would NOT let him play in the duck pond, no matter how attractive it looked.
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