Every morning this week has been particularly stunning.
The weather is crisp but not freezing. The sun is shining. The leaves are calling. And all of it beckons you to walk and take it in.
And so we did.
My three soon-to-be four year old and me.
And it was lovely and fun for so many reasons.
Claire has been singing her whole God given life. I'm not kidding. The child can create a tune and lyrics out of anything. And while she'll indulge you in the traditional verses of A, B, C, Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and You Are My Sunshine...she most prefers her own numbers.
Imagine us strolling down a boulevard trail with various other runners, walkers, cyclists, and four legged creatures, the following is some of what was belted out on a standard walk to the park...
I love you sidewalk...
It's like there's a party in my tooshie...
Where are you, Peter Pan? The clouds have taken you away.
The Blood Mobile...a delivery service inside us.
I like your teeth, mama...
Bring back the rice chex...
(giving her the bag of cereal)
(she throws a piece)
Sayonara squirrel...go back to your home.
I literally could not stop laughing on the inside. Determined not to embarrass her, I just mentally took note of her song lyrics and joined in when I could.
And all this after I was lamenting yesterday about how hard it is to have a preschooler as a life partner all day long. And now I know that preschoolers are some of the most creative, unabashed, fun folks on the planet.
Here's to many more fall walks before the squirrels vacate the premises and Claire learns that her words are being monitored.
Oh Happy Day!