Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I was about to go out the door and my grandson yelled at me, "Grandpa!  I wanna go with you!"  Well, it's hard to turn that down.  I made him touch his toes first.  Then he made me stretch my arms out.  Of course grandma was taking pictures and a video as we started.  It wasn't long before we were walking.  I'd say we walked about 70% of it, and ran the other 30%.  But that's not bad.  Everytime we would pass someone Atticus would say, "Look at this stick I found!  Or, "This rock is humongous!"  We went three quarters of a mile to the turtle pond.  Once again, I haven't seen any turtles.  But we threw rocks in the pond for a while, and I taught him how to place your hand in an ant hole without getting bit.  He would've played all day if I'd let him.  But I'm a mean grandpa, and I had work to do.  So we finally made it home and he asked if he could go running with me every day.