A Wail of a Run

My son, dog, and I went for a quick run in the cool October air last evening. Unfortunately for the rest of the town, my son was taking advantage of his last month in the “terrible twos.” Nothing that either my wife or I did was satisfactory to his desires (that must be rough). Anyway, I thought the best thing for him would be some fresh air while he was strapped into the seat of his running stroller. And it was, except this two-year-old filibusterer was wailing about his parents’ perceived injustices for most of the run. Even the dog was howling. So, to the town of Perryville, I apologize for last night’s outburst. Funny thing is, when we got back home, he wanted to know why we were done so soon.