When I take Wade to the park, I usually have a pretty good handle on the day. Plus, now that the weather's nice, I can stroller him there and get a mini-workout. Of course, that only lasts until he wants "down." Then we wend our way at a breakneck speed of .1 mph, give or take. Our last walk, he decided to get down (which I really don't mind...he needs exercise too), and I thought it would be a good time to show him the little whirly seeds that the maple trees have deposited everywhere. Well, that was just IT for him. He couldn't drag himself away from the things. He just kept tossing them up in the air and giggling. He couldn't even see them fly/land most of the time, but that didn't matter to Wade. He would hand one to me with the request of "more" and stand there with his eyes wide, waiting for the toss, and the spinning descent of each seed.
Needless to say, it all ended in tears. We had to get home, and he would not go willingly. Granted, he tried, but he just couldn't pass up one of those seeds, so every time he began walking in the right direction, he'd have to stoop way down to pick one up. So evil, mean, cruel, hateful Mommy scooped him up and forcibly buckled him into his stroller. You'd have thought I was hacking his arm off.
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FINALLY Wade is starting to see the light, it's always Mommy this and Mommy that............he just had to learn himself....Evil Mommy.(man I've known this for years)
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