Get up, we’re going for a walk.” I dodged Dean’s attempt to grab me and giggled as he got out of his chair. “I’m not fat!” No, he wasn’t anyone’s definition of fat. He was tall, dark and solid, but it was all muscle. “You will be if you sit in front of the TV all day.” It was beautiful outside, but all he wanted to do was watch the highlights of yesterday’s football. “You know all the scores, why do you have to watch it?” He rolled his dark brown eyes and I laughed. There was no way we were staying inside when the sun was shining and the birds were singing. “It’s nearly finished. I’ll come afterwards.” I gave him a long look, then turned the television off. “Okay. It’s finished. Shoes. Now.” “Sandra!” “You know you love it.” And just like that, he was up searching for his trainers. He knew better than to turn the football back on. When he was all laced up, I bundled him out of the door before he could change his mind. “Where are we going?”
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