Beatrice and daddy’s ill-fated walk.

Beatrice and i went for a walk in a frigid february wind and light seattle drizzle. This was a poor choice, and after beatrice had failed to heed her father’s warnings about playing in the mud and curb water, we headed home early, soaked and displeased. Next time: we walk in the sunshine.

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