A little while ago I walked up the stairs behind Petra, on my way to make her an afternoon snack. As she does sometimes, she moved extremely slowly, bent over and getting her hands into it in such a way that she was practically crawling.
After at least thirty seconds had passed and we hadn’t yet come halfway up the staircase, I tried to get her to speed things up. Channeling my best Jenny from Forrest Gump, I encouraged her, “Run, Petra, Run!”
“I am,” she answered in a voice oozing with all the exaggerated patience a three-year-old can muster. “Slow-motion running.”
LOL! Where do they come up with that?! That must be what Lachlan does…he has lead in his feet, I swear. Lachlan has told me on several occasions since I started losing weight, that my stomach isn’t as “squishy” as it used to be…(nice), and it bums him out, he likes “squishy”. I told him he could always hug my butt, that’s still plenty squishy. LOL!