Chad has been feeling a trifle neglected as of late–“nobody listens to me”, he says sadly–what’s more sad is that this is somewhat true; he’s a chatterbox lately, and in our busy schedule he sometimes gets pushed aside. So this morning right after breakfast, as a way of making amends, I took him on a tramp.
It was cold enough to see our breath, even though the sun was well up, but Chad’s hands remained quite toasty. Which was conducive to hand-holding.
There were awesome pools of frozen slime (above and below.) (“Let me step in it!” says Chad, hopefully.)
And fluffy bird bums. (“Quick! Take a picture!” hisses Chad, before smothering a sneeze.)
It was really nice to get out with him. He’s just a great kid.