Parking
We've developed a new routine. After breakfast, we get dressed and go to the park and play a little. This morning, like yesterday, we were the first ones there, so Hannes can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants.
Almost.
See, every time we're there, I try to get him to go through this tunnel while I wait for him at the other end. And the reason is foolish and purely selfish. It's just that there is a (family-) famous photo of me in the middle of that same tunnel, and I just think it's so cool that Hannes gets to play in the same park that I did, behind the church I was baptized in, three block from the house I was born in.
Big time bonding.