Little Isabella doesn't want to leave the park. Best I can tell, her Mom has reached the fourth two-minute warning for departure and every time The Little Princess hears the phrase "Come on honey, time to put on your shoes." she goes apoplectic and runs the other direction. Mom has yet to get off the park bench; I guess she's counting on parental telepathy at this point. After a brief interval, she tries a half-hearted "Honey..." from a safe distance, only to be met with more howls of protest. As if to explain the unfolding spectacle, the Mom looks at me and says, "She just loves the park."
But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself here... let's go back to where it all begins.