We Walked Around the Block
If you had to walk a mile in my shoes, you would be very tired.
80 calories.
That’s all I burned.
I walked over a mile with her jabbering on about how if she scoots down low and tells me how the grass look taller when you scrunch down. I told her that’s not the way to use a scooter.
“Carson does it”, she tells me.
Oh. Well then - if Carson says it, it must be true.
Those two are a piece of work. She comes home from school and tosses her backpack and then asks: “Can I go to Carsons?”
Of COURSE you can go because now you will BE AT CARSONs’s and the house will be quiet.
They came back five minute later and opened the door to tell me that Carson has to go home at five - as if Carson doesn’t have a watch 1 - and I am their personal secretary. 2
Five O’Clock rolls around and I poke my head outside to tell Carson to go home and they have found every stick in the neighborhood and it’s piled bonfire-style in the center of the driveway. It’s a good think I came out when I did because I’m sure Carson would light it on fire if came across a match.
The walk happened after dinner. She had been dying to go but it’s been too wet, windy or late to go until tonight and it was nice, just the two of us - at one point she was singing at the top of her lungs as we passed other neighbors3 out for a walk. I am supposed to be the old Dad embarassing her, not the other way around.
So. I walked a mile today. On purpose. I have fitbit, so I even have proof. News at 11.
Walks were had, songs were sung and fires were almost made in our driveway.
Just another day here.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.
he does - spiderman of course.
I am.
they are probably trying to figure out where all the dead branches on their lawn went to. Answer - our driveway.