Are there many things better than being at the park on a cold, windy day with your 2 year old son? Running pell-mell down hills, trying not to fall down, sometimes without success? Gathering leaves,throwing them in the air, and watching with delight as they flutter and twirl to the ground? Placing oddly shaped rocks in the "secret hiding place?" Swinging on the big boy swing with him, gripping the cold metal with your even colder hands and praying you both don't fall off?
Not many, I say, not many.