Today I woke up to see Dadda in workout clothes. That's like seeing Big Bird wearing a bandolier. It just doesn't happen. After the ritualistic changing of the poop we went on a walk!
Dadda left the stroller in the van with Mamma, so we both actually walked. Finally I got to do what I've always wanted to do when we go on a walk, enter other peoples houses and collect samples of dirt from the tire wells of other peoples cars. Too bad Dadda thwarted my plans and I could only do one of those two things.
My fingers turned black.
On the way home I wanted to pickup every acorn and pebble. Dadda indulged me for awhile, but then he yelled when I tried to pick up the bird poop.
My fingers turned whitish brown.
Finally I decided I needed a moving target so I chased after a cat and then a bunny! I couldn't catch them any easier than Dadda could catch me!
Today I am steroidal athletic!
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