Franklin could count by twos and tie his shoes.
He liked going to the park with his little sister, and
playing all sorts of games with her.
But sometimes, just letting her play was a difficult thing to do.
Look, Fwanklin!
Gee, Harriet, if we stop to look at every butterfly,
we'll never get to the playground.
Remember, the minute we get there, the sooner
we can go on the teeter-totter with Bear and Beatrice.
Whee!
Teeter-totter!
It looks like you'll have to get out, Harriet.
We've got another hill to go down.
I want to go down in wagon.
I don't know...
Please, Fwanklin?
It is a pretty small one.
I guess it'll be okay.
Yippee!
Hold on tight.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Harriet!
Harriet! Are you okay? Oh, no.
Don't worry. I'll get you home as fast as I can.
Is she going to be okay?
It's just a small scrape. She's going to be fine.
There. Does that feel better, honey?
Mm-hmm.
It was all my fault.
Don't be too hard on yourself, Franklin. These things happen.
But it happened when I was supposed to be looking after her.
It okay, Fwanklin.
Thanks, Harriet.
Can we go to park now?
Okay, but from now on, we're gonna have to be a lot more careful.