This past weekend, we had a family good-bye / good-luck party for Sgt K (have to differentiate him from all the other millions of K's I'm related to, thank you Mom and Dad).
My favorite image from the evening is one that I feel will be a lasting memory.
Da-Doo asked Sgt K to go on a "walk!" and presented him with the big blue eyes and earnest expression that is so hard to deny. I glanced up to see Da-Doo and Sgt K heading down the sidewalk. The top of the Doo's head was barely above Sgt K's knee, Sgt K was moving his legs slower than a turtle, and Da-Doo was booking it so fast his bottom was waddling, but they somehow looked natural walking together.
They returned a few minutes later. Both carrying sticks. Da-Doo was waving his in time to his excited babbling. Sgt K was carrying his more demurely, with his head bent down to listen intently to the gibberish story.
It really was an "awww" moment.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment