The forecast was rain rain rain, so we loaded up the buggy and headed out to the Bogi-Park with Oma (who is visiting from China!) and Auntie Iris. Four adults for two kids is a ratio I can handle, I actually sat down and chatted with D-Bro for ten minutes at one point. Just like that! Crazy.
Bogi-Park is like the Albert-Sever Saal, but on steroids.
Death-defying slide-from-hell? Check. I went up there with him afterward and got nauseous.
There are lots of things to do, but the space never felt cluttered. Loads of space for Lil G to run around.
Balls. On a side-note, I happen to hate the pools filled with balls. I realize that I am alone in this.
Go-Carts, fer crying out loud.
Though he spent most of the time near or on me…
…he also went of to check out tha ladies. These were a bit confused, especially when he sat down nex tto them and started stroking their hair. Shameless flirt.
A final game of foosball.
By 14h (on a Sunday, no less) it is crowded, loud and hot, so we left to go have cake. Take a wild guess where we went.