|Looking for Touch-me-nots|
Roo was scootering ahead of us, while Red and I took a more leisurely pace behind her. I could feel Red slowing down beside me, which meant it wouldn’t be long before she asked me to carry her. True enough, within a few minutes, she complained of leg pain. “My legs are so SO SOOO tired, mommy!” she dramatizes for my benefit.
|Showing off proper scooter handling|
“Okay….” she huffed, shoulders hunching forward, “you can carry my scooter and I’ll walk.”
“Remember, your scooter is your responsibility. If you bring it out, you have to bring it back in,” I reminded.
I could see the cogs in Red's three year old brain turning as she mulled over her options, and strategized how to deal with me. Just then, I noticed Roo going into a turn far ahead, which would bring her out of our line of vision.
“Oh noooooo, Red!” It was my turn to dramatize, “we’ve lost Ate Roo!!!”