Will: Why should I go first? (I look at him, the Dad look that says 'because I say so.') Today we started off the day with a nice sleep-in until 8. Then Mom came back from her run and off we went to Regents Park. It was a bit overcast - not foggy, overcast - and windy. But it was nice. Boy, was there a lot of birds. There were swans, ducks, laughing gulls, great blue herons, Canadian geese, pigeons and ravens. Andie: The ravens hopped! We went to the playground and set up a blanket on the grass. After lunch it started raining on us Will: But only for a little bit. Andie: Hey I'm talking. Like Will said, it only rained for a little bit. But while it was raining we had two small umbrellas to cover all three of us and the blanket and Will's diablo. Will: So, as I was saying, there was lots of birds. We went to the boathouse and got some ice cream and walked to Marks and Spencers. We both got some clothes. Daddy: Why don't you guys talk about what w
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