I went on a run this morning with Ashton because everyone else in my family was asleep. It started out with me asking him if he wanted to go on a run, to which he replied yes. His yes, however, meant that he run with me and not in the running stroller. Since I can run a little faster than his 3-year-old legs will take him I was forced to negotiate. So we took a scooter ride around the block first and then we went on our run, after which he would run outside of the stroller.
When we got back, I took him out for the cool-down walk afterwards and let him know that it was his turn to run. So he walked; and about halfway through he wanted me to carry him. I didn't feel like it, so we played the walking, walking, hop, hop, running, and stop game on the way home. When we got home I needed to stretch on the grass in front of our house, and during my stretching he wanted to sit on my lap. I gave in after I suggested that he sit on his own lap and he put me in my place by informing me that he doesn't have three laps but I do. It is somewhat difficult to stretch with a little kid climbing on you as you try to think up ways to distract him so you can actually get some good out of it; but it sure was cute.
