Wednesday, July 2, 2008
The other day Andrew and I were taking a walk after it had rained. We came to a spot in the sidewalk that was wet with puddles. I made a mental note of them and planned a route that would get us through to the other side of the wet area with dry feet. As I led Andrew through the puddled course showing him where to walk, he purposely stepped into the largest puddle giving the surface of the water a satisfying slap with his little foot.
I realized that my goal was getting home with dry feet.
His goal was much different.
Shoes do dry after all.
I've been caught sleeping with this guy in the mornings. It's enough to make a husband jealous. Agreed?
Posted by Dave at 11:51 AM