Yesterday I had a day off, so I took advantage of the balmy spring weather. The boys hung out at the playground, Karl joning a larger group of pit and tunnel diggers, leaving Henri and me to explore the scene. Henri's one ambitious young man, who wants to climb up stairs and ladders, before he has fully mastered the walking thing yet. He was very intrigued by the little block-houses.
Just like his brother used to be. So he waddled around the shack, bumping his head on the doorway a few times, because he doesn't know how to bend yet (his brother used to do that), then walking to the window, happily waving to the crowd of one (ditto). Aaah, repetition, the magic glue of childhood and obviously also the development of sibling bonding (what would I know, only child brat that I am). Karl being able to show Henri the ropes once in a while, bemused that his little brother wears clothing that he starts to recognize to be formerly his. Just compare the pictures. Same playground, same playhouse, same window, same blue eye sparkle, same hairstyle. Alright. Different smile. No hat (better weather). Karl in the meantime located some left-over carnival gear in the backseat and matched the look with a serious giggle fit.
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