The park, complete with plenty of playground stuff to do.
My son (a.k.a. "Mr. Anti-Social") heads to a piece of gym equipment. He is headed off at the pass by a little fellow about a year or so his junior.
Little Guy: (to my son) Will you be my fwiend?
Mr. Anti-Social: (says nothing and walks past the kid while rolling his eyes and making sure their bodies don't bump into each other)
Little Guy: (again, in soft tone) Will you be my fwiend?
Mr. Anti-Social: (says nothing and looks at me like, "This guy is kidding, right?")
Me: Be nice!
Little Guy: (eagerly, knowing Mr. Anti-Social is in a bit of trouble) Will you be my fwiend?
Mr. Anti-Social: Eh. (looks at me, then looks at Little Guy) I... don't know. (shakes head)
Little Guy: Let's pway!
Mr. Anti-Social: (backs away) Nah...
Little Guy: Come on!
Mr. Anti-Social: (walks away from equipment) Let's go home.
Me: (to Little Guy's mommy who has been watching this whole discussion without any expression on her tired face) Uh... sorry... my son... uh... sorry...
Nothing like a fun time at the park, right? And I call myself a "lone wolf"... sheesh.