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Henry refers to a nearby amusement park as the Special Park. Two years ago, we rolled out of bed one day and decided what the heck, let's head over to Knoebel's to see if Henry would be interested in riding the rides. This was at a stage where all he wanted to do was "go to that park that has the pool", and let me tell you, that gets old fast. So when he asked if we were going to the park, we told him that we *were* going to a park, a SPECIAL park, thereby upping the intrigue factor and sparing us from what would have been a very long car ride that would no doubt have featured lots of arguing for the park that has the pool. Since then, the three of us have always referred to it as the Special Park.

In order to ride the rides, you either get a hand-stamp that's an all-day pass, or you can buy books of tickets. We go the ticket route because Henry's still confined to the little kid section, both because of his height and because of his sense of self-preservation. This year was the first year that he worked up the courage to present the tickets to the operators all by himself. He's very pleased with himself, and sometimes he likes to reenact that part of things here at home. So, without further ado, I present to you the second leaf pile of the season: