Cry, Cry, Cry

The doctors tell me I need to cry about an hour a day, just for "exercise" and "to burn excess energy."

The value of this lesson arrived just as the first winter rains did and while we were the furthest from the house we've ever been: halfway around Lake Merritt. Dad was walking me with Molly and Maisy when I took a cue from some nearby joggers and got in some good cardio screaming and crying for over 20 minutes. I thought that was what people did around Lake Merritt but Dad was looking flustered and seemed to be smiling sheepishly at the passers-by. Maybe he was just embarassed by how good an athlete I was turning out to be.