A good thing you were able to be mobile in your hot rod, because somehow once we moved to California you were no longer able to walk. I don't mean you regressed to crawling or that we had to start packing you around again, but you simply wouldn't walk any more. You jumped! Everywhere. Just bouncing up and down wherever you went. And it would tire us out to watch you. We nicknamed you "Tigger". And eventually such locomotion must have tired you out as well.
TIGGER & POOH |
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