But that isn't the point of the story. My kids are a constant source of entertainment. This particular football field has a baseball diamond (?) that runs parallel on the visitors side (where we were sitting/standing). I look over at one point to make sure my girls were still playing good with the other kiddos and this is what I see:
Teeny Tiny's response when I asked what in the world she was doing: "Oh you know, makin' angels." As if that location was perfectly normal and making angels was to be expected.
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