Playland

Where we used to live, most (if not all) apartment complexes had nice, little playgrounds for the kids who lived there to play on. Well, unfortunately, we do not reside in a complex like that. This is what has been deemed the "children's play area" at our complex:

Yes, you are seeing that correctly. A small patch of grass with a water-runoff grate just the right size for little feet to get stuck in, sprinkler heads sticking threateningly out of the ground just waiting to be tripped over, and fire ant hills filled with bugs that the devil himself wouldn't allow in hell. Oh, but don't worry, dogs are NOT allowed to poop here so we can have all our fun with out worrying about that. Clearly, everyone on the board of our home owners association hates kids. Needless to say, Jackson and I don't spend a lot of our time frolicking in this patch of grass.