Paper, Pencils, and Pictures
Pom on a playground.
Chowder and I need to go for walks more often. We barely got to a tenth of a mile when Chowder started asking me to carry her. She will actually quicken her pace in order to cut in front of me and jump up at me so I can pick her up. She’s the kid who knows all the shortcuts or fakes injuries to get out of P.E.