My parents are very "green" and saved on space and parking by walking the 1 plus mile to church that morning. If only they let me walk I so could have turned the 1plus mile into three miles by diverting for random porches,dogs, dog statues, snails, flowers, cracks. You name it I notice it.
And to think my Mom thinks I need to learn to entertain myself.
Ok ...safely entertain myself is her concern.
Clearly I know a thing or two about fashion. Don't I just look like spring?
Or like I am made of springs and always ready to spring in to action.
My Mom on the other hand has her seasons and sports mixed up. Instead of "think spring" her outfit says I'm not sure if I am going to tennis or for a trail wind during hunting season. She's going to tell you it is moisture wicking, was on the sale rack and her clean dry shirt for story hour is in the stroller. I'm going to tell you when she wears it she likes how the faster she runs the more the ruffles stick out straight behind her. When she wears it she attempts to race
men riding carbon fiber bikes with Zipps race wheels people on bikes up West Channel. Not sure if they know about the race but we do! Game on and no entry fee.
I'm 18 months old. Almost 19 really.My Mom has been stifling my inner Picasso and finally got me some finger paints.
Actually she found out 14 month old kids finger paint in daycare and felt guilty. I really enjoyed myself for a solid 3 minute which totally made the 30 minutes of prep and cleanup a good use of my Mom's time. I made sure to learn the difference between blue and purple to make sure she is motivated to repeat the activity soon.