Sometimes, I love The Kidling in spite of her.
The Family went for a
scorching, brutally hot lovely thirty minutes of torture run this morning. We have a nice paved trail that begins just a short distance from our home. It also happens to pass by two parks, so it is never much of a struggle to convince her to hop into the jogging stroller for a short jaunt.
Confidential to my procreating readers: bribery always works.
We typically run to the end of the trail and then turn around, stopping at a park on the way home. The trail ends with a very steep hill. It was while running back down the hill that The Kidling asked me, “how do you not slip on that hill when you are so big and heavy?”
It is a miracle, darling…