"Sure, we can do that-what a good idea" I say.
"Mom, you push me in the stroller"?
"No, T...you are 3 1/2, you can walk".
"Ughhhhh, c'mon mom"!
Back n forth, back n forth....and after a five minute debate on which shoes to wear we're finally out the door! BUT, not before she convinces me that if she can't ride in her stroller-she wants to push her baby in the doll stroller. OK.FINE. Let's go!
We start down the driveway. "Hey mom, look...a feather!" (In the stroller it goes)
"Momm....you going too fast. This road is bumpy for my baby".
Keep walking Tenlee!
"Mom, I want a purple flower"
"Mom, I want a yellow flower"
"Mom, my baby is crying....she's hungry"
"I need a purple flower for Gamma"
"Ouch mom, I have a rock in my shoe" Ouchie, Ouchie, Ouchie!
Tenlee, you're fine...
"Can I take this rock home"?
All of a sudden I look behind me to see a small frown appearing on her face: "I dropped my gum" and the tears start to roll. Mind you the baby is half way out of the stroller.
Tenlee...it's alright, we'll get more at home-let's keep going!
"Mama, a dandelion...I wanna make a wish"
"Ok T-make a wish!"
"I want a PUPPY!' (a smile reappears)
We are almost back home and all I can think about is: I swear to God if she has to pee....
You will be happy to know this did NOT happen!
Whew! We made it. So much for a relaxing little walk to end the day.
True story. I wish I was exaggerating, but I'm not. In fact, I probably forgot something.
Can this be my excuse for not enough exercise? I think so.