But at least she sat quietly and suffered through the grass. I tried to put her feet into sand at the beach at Red Fish Lake - tried both wet and dry sand - and she started to cry. Guess she just wanted to be pushed around on the sidewalk in her stroller or crawl around on the carpet instead... man-made materials for this kid.
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Holy cow, that reminds me of my nephew Matthew when he was little. Hated, hated the grass. I wish our guy did, too, but he will crawl right over the dry brittleness that is our yard. Ouch, ouch, ouch.
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