I went to pick up Greyson at his playground preschool today. There was a group of boys playing in the sandbox. No Greyson. There was a group of boys playing some sort of tag game on the jungle gym. No Greyson.
Finally I found him over by the swings. Each swing was filled with a girl. Each girl was swinging with her stomach on the swing and her rear up in the air. And to choruses of "Swing Me, Greyson!!" there was my son pushing each of their rears and I am sure as his father would have been doing - copping a feel.
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