This weekend was wonderful. We had no plans and just enjoyed ourselves. Grandpa visited Saturday afternoon and joined us for lunch at a BBQ place in downtown L-ville. On the walk home, London asked if he and I could hang back and play in the park. The day was beautiful and the rose garden looked lovely.
London wanted to play "catch" which meant that I needed to catch him. (I guess "chase" would be a better name.) He's inherited my lack of grace -- poor kid. He was laughing and we were running through the garden path and he just fell over, right into a rose bush.
The funny part was that he made me carry him home because he had a boo-boo on his knee. It was nothing, but if he saw his face, I knew that he'd be scared. We made it home and he didn't realize that his face was scratched until much, much later. Phew.
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