Whenever we go out, Ryan's reins almost always go on and I insist he still hold onto my hand or the pushchair or trolley, at least until he's old enough to understand what 'stay with Mommy & Daddy' means.
During our little jaunt to Merry Hill this afternoon Ryan announced to us that he was going to hold his own hand. As sweet as it sounds, it lasts for a few minutes before he turns back into Captain Grabby-Pants. Plus, he's not too good at walking in a straight line, I've noticed. It's a good thing he has hand-holding to fall back on.
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