Finch Park

Here I sit in the caboose tapping away on my phone while my son piles the mulch on the table in front of us. His breathing is erratic and his cheeks red. Perhaps even more noticeable is is persistent laughter. It is contagious.
Every time the trains go by he runs up to the bordering fence (there’s a lot of distance, a road and trees and another fence) to wave hello and goodbye.
He plays well in the sandbox and loves walking around the perimeter. But enough about my child.
This place is spacious! Plenty of parking. There’s tennis and hockey courts, the playground, sandbox, fountain. There’s plenty of benches to sit and spectate. Also there are some baseball and soccer fields and bleachers.
Now, where’s the restroom?