Bit of a battle, getting out for my walk today. Celia showed up, right before I was ready to go. She knows I always go late morning. That's been my routine since she was a little girl. I used to carry her in a sling, until she was grown enough to keep up with me.
Today she argued, shouting about how risky it is, as if I would ever get lost in the woods! She used to love going there. When she was a baby, she would shriek and point at the bushes. That's right, I would tell her. Fairies!