Today I chased Ivan around a tree and he begun singing “All around the mulberry bush. . .”
He declared himself the monkey and said he was chasing me.
We sang and I popped because I was the weasel.

The monkey then collected sticks to give the weasel because it was her birthday.
He made a big pile and called it “the stick station.”
The monkey invited the weasel for a sleepover at his house (park play structure) and served cereal(bark mulch on a park table) for the monkey in the morning in the kitchen.

The monkey was king of the rock. It was a monkey rock. Clearly, not for weasels like me.

The monkey liked playing red light green light on the teeter totter.

Here the monkey is saying, “Green Light – GO!” Then the weasel on the other end would bounce fast and the monkey would laugh.

The monkey climbed a lot and particularly enjoyed the monkey bars which he declared just for monkeys – again not for weasels. He did take one tumble off a climbing ladder and the weasel rushed to him saying, “Ivan, are you okay?” Through tears he replied, “You mean monkey. Monkey, are you okay?” The weasel sure loves that monkey.

Before leaving the park, we checked in with Ezri who was with her Spanish class. The monkey had to know, “Ezri are you a monkey or a weasel?” Without missing a beat she replied, “I’m a monkey.” Ivan-monkey was pleased with this answer and happy to head to the car where fell asleep on the car ride home.