A few nights ago, Kristie, Cash, Kenzie, and I took Kozy for a walk over to the park by our house. It is not a 'park' by Kenzie's definition (no playground equipment) - just trees and a lot of open space (and a lot of goose and dog poop). The Red Lake River (at least I think it's the Red Lake River) bends around the park.
I brought a long Kozy's treasured tennis ball and threw it to here until we reached the river's edge. Then I tossed it in and she burned off some of her energy jumping in and retrieving it while Kristie held Cash and Kenzie picked up goose feathers and even threw the ball to Kozy a couple of times.
As we headed back I happened to ask Kenzie where we lived. I was imagining that she'd point to our house which was just out of site. She was busy looking at the trees and running around so I repeated the question. I began thinking, well, it's good for her to know the town in which she lives and the general location of our house in case (God forbid) she ever gets lost.
Kenz already knows that in order to get to our house you have to go over the rail road tracks, across the bridge, and by the college. But I was just curious to see what she would answer.
I asked her again, "Kenz where do you live?"
Then without missing a beat, she fired back, "With you!"
She had me there. Both Kristie and I couldn't help but laugh.
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