It was Jack's turn to need a run. On the way home in the dark, I said "Choo Choo!" really loud. He got mad and started to sob inconsolably, because I was "waking up the people." I've never been able to ignore a reaction like that, so I did it a couple more times. He wouldn't stop crying, until I told him I was sorry. Immediately the flow of tears stopped, "It's okay, Dad."
What a weirdo.
From a running standpoint, this one was tough. He's getting to be a lug in the stroller, and my legs are as tired as my appetite is revved up.
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