The kidlets and I decided to go for a walk on this fabulous spring day, and after awhile Stephen and I turned around to go home. Hannah kept walking, and knowing that she likely wanted to show off her stamina, we just figured she’d go up a little further before turning around to join us.

We waited for nearly a minute, then resumed following her. After several minutes we caught site of her at the end of the street, heading back toward us, well over half a mile from where we had initially turned around. We leaned up against a large tree to wait, and as she came closer, I casually said, “Alright, let’s keep going” and we began to walk together.

It was a few moments before she said, with a sigh, “Darn, I wanted to walk home alone.”

“Can’t let you do that,” I said, “You’re a kidnapping risk.”

“That would suck for you,” Stephen said.

“It’d suck for us,” I added. “Heck, it’d be a sucky situation all around.”

“SO.”

“Sooooo, we’ve been watching our butts to see if they’d still be intact when mom and dad found out we let you walk home alone.”

“Did you guys walk all the way home?”

“Are you kidding me? I value my butt.”

“It’s a nice butt.”

“That’s right. Thank you, Stephen. I’m rather bootylicious.”

“Oh yes, and I have got it going on back there.”

Hannah sighed. Again.

It’s kinda fun being the bane of her existence ;-)