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Our evening family strolls always seem to turn into walking chaos. Cheoah would like to point out a common element to the craziness.
An amble around the neighborhood should be a simple affair, though we always seem to have a little zaniness. But where does it come from? How does it happen?
By the end of our walk, as the oldest member of the Junior Team begins to tire, she expresses her opinion without hesitation.
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I wonder what would happen if Hu-Dad started walking backwards whenever Typhoon turns?
I see a ho hum from Cheoah. Juno’s a backward walker, but only in the house and right in front of you. Silly billies. 😉
His haughtiness is a wee bit of an instigator ????????❤️❤️