We went to a dog run a little while ago. The area reminded me of Vassar Farm; an enormous flat field with a winding path, a road, and small parking lots, surrounded by rolling hills. Tellulah and Willie ran and sniffed some butts while Ella and I went to the jungle gym. She and a five-year-old boy named...I forget!...spun around the tire swing while I pushed them. The boy asked Ella for her number. She said she didn't know what it was. The boy's mom said in the future he should wipe the snot off his nose before asking a girl for her number.
Also, she definitely knows her number.
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