Charlie, Mjollner and I headed to Forest Park for a hike this morning. Prior to turning around we took a water break at Art Hill (it is a hill in front of the Art Museum, for those curious about the name... ) Charlie ran as fast as her legs could possible carry her down the hill. Laughing the whole way. Pure Joy.
When she got to the bottom I sent Mjollner after her, which wasn't the brightest idea because he is old and fat and didn't want to come back up the hill so Charlie and I had to persuade/beg/plead/half carry him back to the top of the hill. While we were doing this the conversation went like this.Me: Come on Mjollner, you need to keep going.
Charlie (with her eyes rolling at me): Mama he can't talk yet. I will tell him for you.... Ruff Ruff Ruff....
(special note: he still didn't move)
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