Whenever we go shopping, Daddy makes me hold his hand. This isn’t a hardship or anything, ’cause I like holding hands. It just makes it difficult sometimes for me to get to see all the interesting stuff in all of the stores.
I don’t have to buy everything I see (really!), but I do like to look and sometimes to touch. Daddy says he holds my hand because I have attention issues.
Okay, so there was that one time I got lost at Target and they had to page for him, but honestly … well, okay, so there was that other time when he had to come looking and found me taste-testing alla the cake frostings at the grocery store. I think it’s better knowing in advance that banana-flavored frosting is yucky, don’t you?
