Laramie has a park problem. There are too many parks for a town this size, as evidenced by the conversation I had with my six-year-old this weekend:
Me: Which park do you want to go to?
6yo: I don’t remember what it’s called.
Me: Okay, tell me about it.
6yo: The one with the red slide.
Me: LaBonte Park?
Me: Washington Park?
It ended up being Kiwanis Park she wanted to go to, which, for the record, does not have a red slide.
Or this conversation with my older two children:
Me: Which park do you want to meet your friends at?
11yo: I dunno, name some parks.
Me: LaPrele Park, with the pond.
9yo: Uh uh.
Me: The park by Walmart?
11yo: No, too windy.
Me: Optimist Park?
9yo: Can we play in the river?
11yo: Then not that one.
Me: JUST PICK A PARK I DON’T CARE WHICH ONE.
9yo: The one by the farmer’s market?
Me: That’s barely a park pick a different one.
So maybe Laramie doesn’t have a park problem, maybe my family has a park selection problem.