With September in sight, the weather has been just about perfect. You know, way too pleasant to stay indoors. So Charlee and I have been setting up camp under a particular willow tree that happens to be right next to where the duckboats are in the Charles River.
Charlee likes to tell me what color whichever duckboat that happens to be passing us is and I like to cheer for her when she does.
Then we do her favorite thing. She finds a stick and points it toward me. I grab one end while she holds onto the other with all her chubby might. Then we run. I run with her flailing behind me, the stick between us and her laughter all around us. I can’t help but join, because I can’t think of a more appropriate response to a toddler cracking up.