At first, I was determined not to move from my bench, but rather to enjoy the novelty of allowing someone else to chase the Kid around the park. That lasted for about three rows of knitting, at which point the Kid and his Uncle "Toll" decided it was time to fly Sweet Husband's toy helicopter.
Alas, the helicopter--which had been an inexpensive stocking stuffer from my mother--soon crashed and burned, but not before the boys lured me from my comfy bench by the fun they were having playing with it.
My brother, the aforementioned uncle, just recently moved to town. While it's been an adjustment for us to have bona fide blood family so close after almost ten years of living away from everyone, I can absolutely, without mitigation say that the Kid is having the time of his life.