Belle and I ate vanilla ice cream cones at McDonald’s on Saturday. While I ate mine right up, Belle let hers drip all over her hands, her clothes and the table. I had to help her eat it, which wasn’t difficult because I really wanted more anyway. Belle ate her ice cream while watching children play on the play structure. Belle never really joined these children once we finished her ice cream and got all cleaned up. She seemed curious and observant, yet too timid to play. This is common in these situations.
Belle and I have been to McDonald’s Play Place three times now. One dollar (plus tax) spent on a coffee or a cone gets Belle a couple hours of watching other kids play and me a chance to use free internet. Last week at Play Place Belle met a child in a tie dyed tee shirt with long, flowing curls and a toy motorcycle. The child turned out to be a boy ten months older than Belle. He really wanted to play with Belle, and Belle wouldn’t leave my arms. He eventually screamed at her, which inspired Belle to scream at Polly once we came home.