Logan and I left the grocery store, hand in hand, and began making our way to the truck. I was absorbed in a thorough examination of the receipt, the total of which seemed oddly high having only purchased three items, so it took me a moment to realize that something was hampering our progress. There seemed to be a sharp and repeated jerking motion of my right arm, to which the boy was attached. When I looked down, I was just in time to see Logan leap off the ground with both feet kicking up behind him.
"Logan, what are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm kicking my own butt," he replied, repeating the motion.
Of course you are.
"I like kicking my own butt."
Of course you do. Who doesn't? Let's just remember this the next time you're in trouble. And all these years I've been doing it the
hard way.
- 1 June 2012
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