Mr. O got his first pair of sneakers... or tenny bops... yesterday, and today he took them for a spin.
It took him a couple of tumbles to figure out that lifting his feet off the ground was required to move forward. Once he mastered that, there a was no stopping him.
He also spent some quality time outside in the grass, with the dog.
The fact that my lawn mower has been getting its Spring tune-up for, oh, three weeks, provides for the wonderful photographic impression that Mr. O and Wrigley are taking a rest from a back-breaking afternoon of clearing the fields for the Spring planting.
It is a small, but not insignificant, comfort for a father to know that the biggest danger his son faces if he falls down is not a cut, bruise or broken bone, but simply that he might be lost in the grass for a while.