A Poke of Many Speeds
Our home is about a 5-10 minute walk from the main street and market in town. We often invite one of the kids to join us, whether it’s a trip to pick up goods or just greet cheap Zoloft some friends. It’s a bit easier to take the older two or even Perpetua than Athanasius and Hadassah, as those two tend to look at rocks and trees and in general, lollygag behind.
Nevertheless, they’re cute, so we try to bring them along
as well. Last week, the Scooter accompanied me to the market. I told him ahead of time that he needed to concentrate in keeping up with me if he wanted to come with other times. For the most part, he did so and when he was falling back, I would give him a little, “Let’s go slowpoke” and he would catch up.
Leave it to Athanasius to turn this outing into something I was chuckling about the rest of the day. purchase prednisone On the last stretch returning home, I called out once again, “Hurry up slowpoke…we’re almost home.” He caught up to me and kept running, turning his head only briefly to shout back, “Now, you’ll have to call me a fastpoke!”
Alright…fastpoke purchase Prozac it is!
Aw, I miss that guy!!! :D