holding hands

Grant has never been a big fan of holding hands. He's much too squirmy to be bothered by this constraint. Lately I've been telling him that we must hold hands when we cross the street or when we're in parking lots because otherwise we're not being safe. His new response is, "Mommy, I'll hold my own hand" and he folds his hands together and walks right beside me. Then I grab the shoulder of his shirt and off we go. Someday I'll have to get a photo of this as I'm sure it's entertaining to watch!