This brisk, gray November day found me scrambling up a hillside with my 3-year-old grandson always a few steps ahead of me. It was a bit muddy after a heavy rain the night before, but he'd been planted in front of the TV set all morning. I wanted to air him out.
At one point, he turned and shouted, "I'm the king of the mountain!" He was clearly proud of himself as his voice echoed off the surrounding hillsides.
I was inspired.
"And I'm the queen!" I shouted.
OK, I did feel a little silly. But there was no one around to hear us but the dog. And she promised not to tell.
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See, for me there's only one thing to do in that situation ...
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