Slow down

Thing 1 has two speeds: warp and slow-mo (generally reserved for vegetables, bath-time, and bed-time). But he also holds the world-record for slowest walker. When we go for a walk, he stops every few yards to pick up a grasshopper, pick mom a flower or pick his nose. And I often find myself saying, “C’mon pal! We gotta go!”

But the thing is, most of the time we don’t. 9 times out of 10, there’s really no reason “We gotta go!” I once found myself saying this on the way to the park. This is the adult condition. We get into a groove — of going, of doing, of hurrying to the park and completely missing “the most-awesomest-grasshopper ever, Dad…”

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