Sometimes the boy just needs to run, and I don’t mean from one side of the apartment to the other knocking every single thing over, and I don’t mean down the hallway while knocking on every single neighbors door. I mean run run. Do you see that naughty face?
I discovered (can I still say discovered if everyone else already knew about it?) that we have a gym here, open whenever it’s not reserved. Benj and I went there one day and realized that neither one of us really wanted to play with the other so I took to group chat and arranged a little rendezvous. Hey, can your kid come and chase my kid until he is tired enough to take a really really long nap? Turns out I wasn’t the only one feeling couped up.
This will be a regular occurrence until the sun decides to come out. You wanna join us? Email me with your number and I’ll add you to the group chat – email@example.com