The world from a 90 degree angle

Dear Kenzie:
As much as I love exploring this world with you clutching my index finger (rapidly turning blue from lack of circulation), the throbbing crook in my back, and the repetitious picking up and dropping, picking up and dropping of various found objects – could you please just LET GO already? It appears as if you have taken after your Mama, who’s own parents had to manipulate her into walking independently by attaching a belt around her upper mid-section...gingerly supporting her with it...and then just letting her go while she dragged the belt in her trail.

I don’t want to have to outsmart you my dear. Just let go and walk, would ya? I’m here to protect and serve you – but you aren’t fooling me anymore.

You. CAN. Walk. You big faker....