Haven decided yesterday that the rocket ship Sonja made for Peter for Father's Day needed to get out for a test flight. The park seemed like the appropriate launching site.
Our entire walk was punctuated by Haven yelling, "My wocket chip!" and "Mama, my wocket CHIP!" ...a statement I ran out of ways to respond to, so resorted to "Yes! Your rocket ship!"
And so it went, all through the park, while Sonja meandered ahead, in her own little world, only coming back when I called for her.
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| (I stopped for a mini serenity break...) |
"Wocket CHIP!" ...Haven chased Sonja pretty much all the way home; at least I know they're getting their exercise.
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