Maddy and me heading to the park.^
No, Mads, the fox can't go on the walk. We'll see other animals. Maybe live ones.
Like this, Pampa? Is this what you want?^
How about this? Is this better?^
Yes, Pampa, I can put them back on, too, but I can't tie yet. These aren't tie, though.^
Is it deep enough to swim, Pampa? I wanna swim.^
You know what, Pampa? I love you. Hehehehehehehehehehe...There's a point where you have to wonder whether the hike is more wearing than the grandgirl or the grandgirl's 100-mph chatter for an hour and a half has the edge.
Either way, it's a good tired at the end of the walk and the two of us know a little more about each other. I hear, "Are we there yet," "Are we getting close?" "I'm really tired, Pampa, can you carry me?" "I need a drink of water," "Can I play in the creek?" "There's a park! Can I swing?" and on and on and on and on.
Little girls and the old men who love them. Life is good. Very, very good.
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