Yesterday I headed down the driveway for an afternoon walk and 4 y.o. McG came running after me. I slowed to allow him to catch up and he skipped along side me a few steps. "I don't like walking," he said.
"You don't! Then why are you coming with me?"
"Well," he thought aloud, "because...I like...being with you!"
James Taylor lyrics filled my head, "How sweet it is to be loved by you..."
I think today I might have to play Cowboys and Indians...