Picture this. A quiet but well traveled meandering path in the park. Parents and toddler taking a walk, and occasionally a scoot on the scooter. Then, the toddler stops and decides to reverse direction. The parents wait.
Fast forward two or three minutes. Mother and son are about 30 yards apart, staring at each other. The good, the bad and the ugly, my friends. The second that I take a step towards him, he turns and bolts. As I trot down the path and pass a man with two dogs he yells out "just about two years, right?"
Indeed.
The rest of the week was much like this. There is one knitted fingerless mitten, but now its going to warm up and be too warm to bother with mitts. That's the trade off for temps in the 40s.
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