“Sahsigh! Sahsigh!” Little F stood at the front door demanding to go “sahsigh” or outside, for those of you who don’t speak toddler. It was a beautiful morning, so he and I went sahsigh.
Little F insisted on climbing the stairs himself.
He paused long enough to let me take some tourist-type photos.
Then made a bee line for the shuttle cocks yelling, “Ball! Ball!”
He also got to pet the cutest little Weimaraner puppy who must have been begging to go outside that morning as well. Sometimes the little ones know what’s good for them after all.
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