Saturday, May 08, 2010
No Sprinkle Left Behind.
I remember a time.
A quieter time when the Boy would communicate his feelings telepathically or through a series of small, soft grunts.
This was also a time of immobility and dependence.
I could easily set Him down on any flat surface and there he would stay until I picked him up or a strong wind came along.
Those are special times in my mind, and they are gone forever.
Now he is a ball of energy.
Now he must run!
And Yell!!
He only sits still for a well deserved cone, or a ride on a whale.
Or to admire a nice rack or two.
He is a man modeled after myself if I've ever seen one.
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whatta guy! I wish he could meet my puppy. they could eat ice cream together. it would be a magical date.
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