You've never been very willing to be led around by the hand. In fact, the only time I remember you holding my hand while we walked was at the Mother's Day concert when you grabbed my finger, tucked it into the small of your back and dragged me around the spaces you had been exploring along with hordes of other kids.
For some reason last week with Grandpa the rules changed. Time and again he offered you a big finger to hold as he took you this way or that, and you repeatedly grabbed hold and followed. I guess it's just a special thing between you two.
Dad
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