I had a great idea yesterday, that after Ezra's nap we would ride our bikes downtown to the Chalk Art Festival in Larimer Square. Ez likes bike rides and chalk and sidewalks so I figured it would be perfect. It was a beautiful afternoon and trailing Will and Ez on the Cherry Creek bike path is just one of those excellent Denver experiences that fills my heart up. As we locked up our bikes and headed toward the smell of funnel cakes I allowed myself a moment of oh yay! Look how much fun this is for a 2-year old!
And then we encountered this:
Now this is the kind of scene that makes me want to dive in. But soon I was reminded that for Ez it has the opposite effect. He didn't cry or whine. Instead he just completely withdrew. I could see his face become impassive. Even the crocodile chalk art couldn't elicit an enthusiastic point or grin. It was like he was willing himself to disappear from the crowd completely.
Oh right, my kid is an introvert. For a moment there I forgot. So we got back on our bikes and rode home, where he became delighted again very quickly. But not before I had a chance to snap these.