Though we had plans to go to Stanley Park this morning for a big pop-up play date, Brad called as we were headed out the door to let us know the ultimate frisbee tournament he was coaching at was just a few blocks from our house. Not having time to do both, I let Miss G make the decision… Her choice? The tournament. I’m willing to guess that Papa + his students + live sports would beat out a playground visit any day. While we were there, the girls absolutely showered her with attention. She got hugs, secret handshake lessons, flower crowns, bubbles blown for her, and plenty of in unison ‘Awwwwwww!’s. It was a good morning.