Race you....
Mommy says we’re going out. Yay!
No, mommy, not through the laundry. It’s a shortcut. You’ll miss all the fun.
Here, follow me.
We have to take the longest route possible to the parking lot.
There is so much to see.
Run with me.
See … here comes a pickup truck.
Wait here . Another one will come soon.
No, it’s not that cold.
There comes another one.
OK. Let’s go.
Look mommy , a squirrel.
Wow! He’s sooooooo cute.
There’s a stick. There’s another one. There’s another one.
Let’s count them.
Wait. Stop.
I forgot to jump near the tree.
Let me go back.
One, two, three …jump. SEE.
OK. Race you to the parking lot.
There’s my car. Why are you shouting again that I should not run through the parking lot?
How else will we reach our car?
How many times do I have to show you this?
Once we reach the parking lot, we have to run to the car.
I don’t want to hold your hands.
I am a big boy.
But call me baby.
I can climb all on my own. I can even say SEATBELT.
Now let’s go wherever you want to go.
What ? It took only fifteen minutes to get to the parking lot?
Don’t worry Mommy.
Next time we will watch more cars or squirrels. That would be fun.
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