Simmons, Party of One

When John and I first started dating, he had this cartoon hanging on his fridge that had a picture of a man waiting to be seated at a restaurant. He had a party hat on, and he was dancing. The hostess was calling out, "Simmons, party of one!" I wish I could find that cartoon. It was priceless.

On Sunday, Johnny was finally old enough to be in the nursery by himself. After Relief Society, I ran up to check on him, looking through the one-way glass. All of the children were quietly sitting at a table eating their snack except Johnny. He was halfway across the room. I guess he discovered how to slide down the indoor slide all by himself. He climbed the ladder, carefully got his feet out in front of him so he could sit down (yikes--that's the tricky part where he nearly tumbled backwards a couple of times), slid partway down the slide until he couldn't hold on to the sides anymore, paused for a moment to work up his courage to finally let go, and slid the rest of the way down shrieking "Wwhhheeeeeee!" As his little bum hit the floor (1 second later because the slide is only 3 feet off the floor), he burst out laughing, then he hopped up and ran as fast as he could to do it again, and again, and again.

Simmons, party of one.