I have entered a rather impatient stage in my life. If my mom mentions to me in the morning that we are going to the playground, it is all I can talk (and then holler) about until it happens. I did the same thing yesterday with the trains at the bookstore.
Since I had been housebound for what felt like years, I was so happy to get to the playground. I played and then decided I wanted to go on the walking path. Normally, I just walk my mom from the playground around the building with the drinking fountain and back. We must have walked close to two miles today. I ran most of the way. I greeted all passers-by with my best Queen Elizabeth wave and a cheerful hello. The people would say what a cute little girl and I would reply with thanks-sssss.
My favorite park patron today was a big red dog (not Clifford). The dog's family sat the dog down so I could pet it and I said "nice" and I was very gentle. The dog gave me a big kiss on the cheek and I swooned. I thought I should never wash that cheek again!
Toward the end of our walk, I got quite sleepy and laid down on the bridge for a while. My mom should have taken the camera with us so I had a photo of how funny that was.
When we got home, we played in the yard until it was almost dark. I was chasing my dog around and fell down and cut my lip open. It bled, but it wasn't anything that a kiss couldn't fix.
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