Me too Dad, me too!
This memory came to me this morning:
While visiting Dad last week:
Here is your walker.
"No thank you." he says.
Do you want to hang on to my arm?
"No" he says.
"But, he whispers, I want you to pick me up if I fall... Okay?"
Okay! Me too Dad, me too!
Friends pick us up when we fall down and if they can't pick us up
they sit (or lie) down and listen for a while.
Do you need picked up? Or just someone to listen?
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