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?

6yo: No.

Me: Washington Park?

6yo: No!

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?

Me: NO.

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.