"Walk with me, Mom"

Bryn had set up the whole living room in a nice walking course, taking all the cushions off of the couch and laying them on the floor, and placing toys strategically in a pathway. He circled this course several times, tweaking it here and there, and testing his speed and the durability of the design. Then he said to me, "Walk with me, Mom."

And off we went. On our trek. Over cushions and past toys, around and around.