The most boring place in the world. The park on Tuesday afternoon.
Whining about how boring it is going to the same park over and over again. Insisting they just wanted to stay home. One wants to go, then two want to go, and one stubbornly holds out insisting she does not want to go. We go. Stubbornness begins to wane, but still puts up a good front. What makes it melt away? Sun, sand, friends and open space, and some ice cream at the end.