“There’s something really satisfying about eating unhealthy food after your game”

Max, at Pig & Pie, digging into hot dog & fries. 
So we have had Enzo, the world’s shyest exchange student, living w Liberty, the world’s least talking 10 yr old, for the last week. Enzo speaks almost no English. I speak almost no French. Pretty much, I say something, he thinks for a sec then says, carefully, “I do not understand”, then I prod Lib to translate, he says 2-3 words. If Clem’s around, she elaborates w a paragraph. Then Enzo nods or says “no thank you”. 

Today I took Lib, Enzo and Max to the Randall Museum. We had about an hour after lunch and before we had to meet Abby and the girls for their game. Figured the Randall was basically on the way and the animals would entertain them for a few minutes at least. 

We get there and stroll to the lawn in back for the view. All are appropriately impressed. Then Lib, my quiet and reserved boy, decides today is the day he will become a bad influence and starts trying to climb over every fence and trots off up the path to the Corona Heights rocks. Enzo is game and follows. Max declares he is afraid of heights and won’t be going to the top but follows. 

I swear, every time I turned around, Lib is leading them over a fence or off the path down some scree filled side trail. Or picking up a rock to toss over the side. If you’ve been there, you’ll recall that the reason the path is lined with fences is that the cliffs drop off a few stories to the playgrounds below. 

Later corralled them inside (after Enzo wanted to go down another cliff and Max pulled him back before he tromped through poison oak).  I guess it’d been a long time since they were there. Surprisingly taken with the animals. Even wanted to pet the bunnies in the enclosure. 

Less impressed with the model train. Big, yes.  Cool, eh.