Our annual trek to the beginning of the Mississippi.
Where they never wanted to leave.
And waded in further and further until we found them around a bend at a bridge and hauled them out.
And on the way back, folks coming and going, glancing at the Stuber mess of wet and so many people, we get the following:
Me: "Alida, keep up girl."
Alida: "I am mommy. Don't worry, I can still see you. And anyway, I can smell your blood!"
I thought one of the women in a family walking the other way was going to fall off the trail laughing so hard.
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