Just the normal Walk In The Park Routine

But then I get my shoes on and finally, I can leave the house. Alas, not with Adam and dad as they tend to be long gone by then (see the previous post). My company (mom usually) and I head to the park, I step in some dog poo, my company starts a frantic cleaning of shoes and pants (and jacket, if I've sat down, but that's not the normal case). The process often generates a bit of spreading of the graces. My company doesn't throw up. Doesn't. Doesn't. Doesn't. And then we head back home. It's a good routine.