Walking, Falling, Walking…
Ezra has been walking, falling, walking, falling, walking, falling, walking, falling, walking, falling. walking, falling all evening long.
Most falls have been plopping falls on his butt. A few were tumbles forward. No matter how the fall though he got up and kept walking, walking, walking. He walked between -v- and me. He walked from kitchen to dinning area, to main living area. He walked walked after me. He walked after -v-. He walked and fell. He walked and fell. He walked and fell.
Now he sleeps. And -v- and I feel worn out.