Where we live, while awesomely close to downtown, having a yard is unusual. Giant houses that take up every square inch of their lot are the norm.
I treasure my small backyard. With so many statuesque trees flanking our streets, songbirds abound. If I am really lucky, I might see a deer:
Just kidding. Our alley is being reworked so the only deer(e) I see cause quite a ruckus.
Besides the mild annoyance of construction noise, where we live is very fun. We are a few blocks away from excellent restaurants. We try to walk to meals out as much as we can.
Most of our family loves this.
T.Puzzle hates this.
He hates to walk anywhere. To him it is slow, boring and ultimately pointless.
Seated at lunch last weekend, the four of us had walked to a new taco joint. The food was great and the weather perfect for our outside table.
We debated if we would walk to get ice cream before hitting Target (yes! we can walk to Target!). We didn’t want to push T.Puzzle’s attitude because we know better, and he is only a mild fan of ice cream, weird, I know.
“You up for walking for ice cream?” said Mad Dog.
Then, slowly, T.Puzzle formed a response as his shoulders lifted in a slight shrug.
“I guess so.”
I read the meaning behind his words.
“Basically, T.Puzzle is willing to walk with us but he will be super depressed about it the whole time,” I said. “Did I guess that right?”
“Yep,” said T.Puzzle.
This boy sugar coats nothing.