Once you demonstrate an ability to walk, you apparently are expected to walk everywhere. All the time.
But, the best part of walking is the fact that mom and dad always have a hand ready to be held.
Well, really all I need is a finger or two. That’s about all I can hold on to.
Dad walking me and Twizzle in the backyard.
I am sure all my fans would like to know that I recently perfected the art of walking. One day I was standing in mom and dad’s room drinking a bottle and I noticed an unprotected iPhone on the nightstand. In a moment of sheer desperation of wanting the phone and having my hands occupied by the bottle, my feet willed me across the floor taking little steps. Mom thought it was a moment for the history books but dad remarked that he thought I had already taken my first steps earlier.
No matter how the story of my first steps actually goes, the fact remains that I now walk as my primary mode of transportation, Don’t worry, mom, I’ll still let you carry all my stuff.