We're still on the split drop-off pick-up routine at the school. My son goes in at 8:10, while my daughter has to wait until 9:10. My son is picked up at 1:20, while my daughter doesn't get out until 2:30. So basically, I kill an hour at the park on either side of the school day. Not very productive of me, but whatever.

I use the time to wake up or catch up with some of the other moms who are on the same crazy schedule as we are.

This morning, I was the only mom at the park, so I watched my two girls dig in the sand making "a potion that will make everyone sick!"

Yes, that sounds like a good idea, sure to win you lots of friends.

Bored with the potion, we unearthed some plastic snakes and flashlights from our stroller basket, booty from a super-awesome birthday bash and the girls had a snake hunt in the sand. That lasted all of eight minutes.

Then, they decided to play superheros. My oldest announced that she was "Shawl-Girl" (whatevah, granny) and her superpowers allowed her to transform from "a horse, to a butt-kicker, to a cow."

When I recovered from my "coughing attack" over that one, she showed me an elaborate and very Elaine from Seinfeld dancing looking martial arts routine. I managed to control myself through that one. When she scaled the top of the climbing structure and announced that she is "taking on criminals, disrupting bankruptcies!" I lost it.

While all this was going on, my two-and-a-half year old was holding onto a support post, running in circles laller lallering until she lost her grip on the post. She flew about two feet away, landing in the sand face first. She pushed herself up to a sitting position, where I got a good look at her sand crusted nostrils and teeth rimmed with sand. She yelled "Superhero! I fly!" and then "Mommy! Wanna see me spit sand?"

You know, just good clean fun.