When I got home, late, this afternoon, I found a note on the door telling me that Julia and Genevieve wanted to go outside right away. (The note was necessary because if Juliaa has any option at all, she'll usually choose anything other than going outside: speed and certainty is of the essence!)
So sixty seconds later, we three were in the backyard, clambering all over our illicit Little Tikes playset. While I helped Genevieve go up and down the slide, Julia practiced climbing up and over the side of the toy. This didn't come easy, and she nearly tipped the whole set over a few times before figuring out where to plant her feet and shift her weight just so.
Somehow, these two activities merged into a game in which the Monkey Princess climbed into the toy and tried to go down the slide, which was guarded by the Baby Dragon who, though fearsome, managed to zoom up and out of the way every time the Monkey Princess came through. Both girls were laughing and shrieking and genearlly carrying on with great delight. When, after about twenty minutes of this enjoyable nonsense, we headed in for dinner, Julia chuckled the whole way, saying to herself, "Daddy, that sure was a funny game!"