Stoop Stopping

Shoes on. Jacket on. I mention a hat and he taps his head. His papi's hat swims on him; he wears it with well though. Once outside, he holds my hand and looks up at me with a smile. Who knew a walk around the block could be so exciting? Out the side gate--we're off. We got as far as the front gate before he detoured to walk up our steps. This was our walk today; stopping at each one of our neighbor's stoops to climb the stairs. Some were bumpy, some sharp. Some were chipped, and some have new railings. All represent an adventure, a mountain to explore. 

Stay curious and adventure seeking Sweet Boy. 

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