I took my kid to a cemetery to take smiling photos with him on my father's grave (and also over my grandparents' graves).
Yeah yeah yeah, understandable, whatever- still weird. Get use to it, kid: yours will be a lifetime of this sort of weirdness.
Anyway, after that we came back to my mom's house and did the A#1 thing I had planned to do while we were in Alabama in freaking August:
After Neeps was put to bed, Nathan and I hit the town- specifically a nice little pub downtown. We spent much of our date marveling over the fact that we were able to be on it in Prattville: this little town has changed a lot since we were teenagers.
We shut the place down (not hard to do on a weeknight) and then went for a walk on the waterfront. Eventually we sat on a bench and creek/moon/pokemon-hunter watched for a while. All in all, not a bad way to spend an evening in a (no-longer-)small southern town.