These days if Sean has somewhere to go, HE IS RUNNING! He hasn't been down a slide in weeks because once he climbs up on the playground, he wants to run down the ramps. In fact, he voluntarily cuts his playground time short to run. He takes his Dad's hand and just starts running through the grass. And he is
fast for someone who is only 3 feet tall. This has cut our
leisurely 20-minute stroll back to the car down to about 10 minutes, and big, pregnant Momma has no chance of keeping up with her little speed demon.
These days if Sean has somewhere to go, HE IS RUNNING! He hasn't been down a slide in weeks because once he climbs up on the playground, he wants to run down the ramps. In fact, he voluntarily cuts his playground time short to run. He takes his Dad's hand and just starts running through the grass. And he is fast for someone who is only 3 feet tall. This has cut our
leisurely 20-minute stroll back to the car down to about 10 minutes, and big, pregnant Momma has no chance of keeping up with her little speed demon.
2 comments:
I am NOT comparing Sean to Forrest Gump, but..."If I was goin' anywhere--I was runnin'"...and you DO live in Alabama now...
;)
I was totally intending the Forrest Gump thing. My family says that all the time. I just didn't know if anyone else would get it.
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