Call It What You Want...

Mark has a good friend named Max. He got Max for his birthday (a little late, thanks to Uncle David trying to give him to other children, apparently) and likes him pretty well.

He's super cute and makes nice sounds when he "walks". He has a string and can be pulled along behind a walking child, and his head bobs and tail wags. Super cute.

Today Mark pulled Max out of the toybox and started to pull him around the room. I said, "Oh, are you and Max going for a walk?"

Unfortunately, Mark seems to understand the "w" word just fine -- on his terms. He dropped Max's string and made a beeline for the front door and tried to open it. It annoyed him that we had to take the time to put on jackets and stuff. It was wretchedly cold (stiff wind, drizzle), but Mommy indulged him (though what I actually meant was were he and Max going to take a walk around the house) and off we went, the boy, the Mom, and Max.

It was so cute to see Mark toddling down the driveway holding onto Max's "leash". We walked down the street to the water meter in front of Corbin's house and played on the meter cover for a minute, then came back (it was pretty cold). Mark lost his grip on the string a couple times crossing the street, no less. I was afraid we'd have smashed Max in the street if we weren't careful.

Back at home, we had to have a swing in the swing before we could go in. Max doesn't fit very well behind the safety harness in Mark's hands, so we had to readjust so Max was sitting next to Mark instead of on Mark's lap.

Back inside, it was time to go off to Mommy's doctor appointment, and Max was forgotten (for a time). But don't worry, he's still a good friend...