There's a definite macho streak developing in Karl now that he is a "big brother". Whilest still being chicken about slides and pony rides, he's fearless on the swing. "Higher! Higher!" was the recurring command yesterday afternoon. He wanted to touch the upper bar of the swing, no idea how he want to achieve that, but I guess he wanted to reach that 45 degree angle that turns swinging into flying. We almost got it.
Another source of little macho joy is driving along the autobahn. He got to go out to the countryside to spend the Sunday with grandpa, so he egged me on to drive faster! faster! faster!, always pointing out that our car is BIG and FAST and belittling all those suckers in the right lane we left behind in the proverbial dust. Actually sleet - strange relapse into wintery driving conditions this morning.
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