Road Kill

We left the house at 7:00 am and I put them in the double jogging stroller.

"Mom, we should call this the donkey, pig, cow run."
ME: But there aren't any pigs on this run.
"Oh. We should call this the donkey, cow, horse run. No, we can call this the donkey, cow, horse, RABBIT run!."

Then we were off.

"That car didn't stop at the stop sign! He should be taught a lesson!"
"Why is there all this traffic?!"
"Where is everybody going?"
"Are they going to work like Daddy?"
"Look at those yellow roses! Those are wild!"
"Oh, what kind are they?"
"Look more of those yellow flowers! They sure are pretty!"
"Why does that sign say Children At Play?"
"Why didn't we eat breakfast yet?"
"Look at the flowers on my side!"
"I hope we see some farm animals and some rabbits."
"Look, that car drove through the big puddle!"
"THAT car, the one I am pointing to!"

We'd gone about 2 miles when we saw it.

"Mom, what is that lump in the road?"
ME: Probably a dead animal.
"Probably a dead raccoon or something."

We got up closer.

ME: It's a dead groundhog.

"It probably got hit by a car."
"Maybe it wasn't careful."
"It should have been in the crosswalk."

Silence for a few minutes as we jogged/walked up the big hill.

"I couldn't tell whether that was a boy groundhog or a girl groundhog."

Thankfully, we didn't talk about it anymore.

I walked up more of the big hill than I would have liked and our time today was 35:37.