i took her to the park because it's nice out, and her playmate from next door is out of town this week. she got to play at the park for a long time, but then we had to come home so that i could make some phone calls and get supper in the pot. it was a good time to go, since her new playmates were leaving to go pick up big brothers and sisters at school. she's STILL in her room, crying, totally heart-broken. inconsolable, and, to be honest, a bit bratty. i'm beginning to wonder if these little trips to the park are worth it.