I quite enjoy bringing you out alone nowadays.
You seated safely in the car seat and me driving. For some reason, when otherwise you would have screamed, kicked and cried murder, you don't protest being buckled down when it's only just you and me in the car.
It's usually a very short drive, to somewhere with lots of space near our house.
Last friday evening, it was to the club. We had some sort of a conversation on the way there and back and you enjoyed the jaunt on the putting green, wedging your head between 2 chairs and watching the big guys swing their clubs in the driving range and playing catch with a seven year old boy in the indoor playgound.
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