It took us awhile, but we finally figured out why Cale would never play at the "sand" park. He loved the "spongy" park and the "wood chip" park, but as soon as we'd step foot on the sand he acted like his feet were stuck in cement and wouldn't move a muscle, screaming with his high pitched squeal that he has perfected to a tee! He was always wearing his crocs--well, we finally realized he was upset because a single grain of sand (I kid you not!) was touching his big toe! Once we figured that out and put socks and tenners on, we were set! Now he loves the "sandy" park! Should have known that would have bugged him---he sure is his father's son!
We played in the sand for a good hour, digging and dumping, digging and dumping.......then it started to get dark......
I was calling Cale from the sidelines, telling him it was time to go because it was getting dark....He proceeds to look at me and laugh....like I was kidding.....
Then he realized I wasn't kidding.....we could not get him to leave! He gave one last protest with his also perfected "bucking bronco" routine...but soon realized he was no match for Daddy! 
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