Today was a rest day, so T Junior and I went for a 30-minute walk around the neighborhood. It was, um, pretty uneventful.
No bugs attacked us. We didn’t talk to anyone.
I did have to stop during the walk, though, to do a little discipline.
The problem actually started on Sunday, the last time I took him for a spin in his red plastic car. Sometime during that trip, he stuck his foot out and let the tops of his bare piggies drag across the rough concrete sidewalk. I didn’t see it at first, and by the time I did, he had already grated the knuckle of his big toe.
Today, I was going to make him wear shoes, but he screamed when I put one on the injured foot. I figured it must be ouchy, so I took it off. (It’s that or he just takes after his mom and wants to go sans soles all summer.)
I stashed his Robees in the “trunk” of his car. “Okay, well I’m bringing these and putting them on you if you do it again.”
Of course, he tried it half way into the walk (with the other foot), but I was paying better attention this time.
What is your deal, kid? Do you enjoy pain?
I threatened him. “Do you want to wear your shoes?” And, that was the last of it.
Told ya it wasn’t very exciting.
The weather was nice, though. Would’ve been good for a 3-mile run. But that’s tomorrow.
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Nice chilled out day. GOod one! Look forward to hearing about the three miler tomorrow!