I refused my Thanksgiving lunch (probably because Breighton did) and just wanted to play. Mommy sent us downstairs to play while the adults enjoyed a peaceful meal. Afterwards Uncle Matt read us a bunch of books.
Daddy, Uncle Matt and Breighton zipped ahead while Mommy and I limped along the trails. I found a walking stick and kept stopping to draw arrows in the sand to help us find a way home.
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I finally tuckered out in the last 1/10 of a mile. Daddy was kind enough to carry me on his shoulders. Daddy said I even nodded off for a few moments. I guess I was tired.
Happy Thanksgiving!