We went to dinner at “Joe’s Crab Shack”. It was a good restaurant except that they had a small playland with a climbing structure that had three slides. The boys were all over that immediately. Even Charles ventured forth. Charles tried the small slide first. After a couple of rounds of that, Charles was ready to move up and he tried the orange tube slide, which the first time he had voluntarily tried a slide that big. One trip and Charles was hooked. He just circled around and around going down the slide and up the stairs. When he had to take him back to the table for minor things like dinner, Charles would just cry and struggle. If we put him down he’d immediately take off at full speed toward the playland, bobbing and weaving as he tried to put on a little bit more speed. After a couple of trips he was very conflicted - he climbed all the way to the top but once he was in front of the big spiral slide he started thrashing and crying. He didn’t want to go down but he didn’t want to go back. Eventually he came up with a plan. As always, Charles had a car with him so he sent that down the slide first to make sure it was safe. Afterwards he was sorry because now he didn’t have his car! This was enough to get him to try out the slide, which he found to be a lot of fun. Charles went back to his cycle except this time it was for the big spiral slide. He sent the car down one more time just to make sure but from then on he just carried it. He went back to the table a couple of times on his own to get a quick bite but then he was back on the cycle. The effort eventually took a toll and Charles started stumbling along, barely remaining upright but undeterrable from his appointed rounds. Finally, though, time was up for Charles and we had to leave. Charles was tired enough that he only whimpered a bit as we broke his cycle of addiction. Of course, the whole experience got him so wound up that he didn’t go to sleep for several hour afterwards, long after Mom and Dad had ceased to fully function. We had to trap him in the bed while he thrashed and cried, but eventually (after much milk) he gave up and went to sleep.