In the final few days of Indian Summer warmth we soaked up, before they got blown away by gale force winds, this is what I heard…
“Mommy…?
Can you take a picture of me running?
Can you take a picture of me running…into you?”
“Sure sweetie…run!”
And run she did.
Over…and over…and over again}
And there was much laughing. And clicking.
And finally, oh happy day, much napping.
