put the leaves back
Almost every morning, Callia and I walk Guido down the block to the park bench and back. Well, I walk. Guido lunges forward as if he's on some weird game show on Japanese Nickelodian where his life depends upon peeing on as many objects as possible. Callia "races" us to the bench.. and she does run fast. Half the time, I've got Guido's leash in one hand and my first coffee of the day in the other, so I kind of meander along, hoping not to trip and start my day off face down on the concrete and /or in dog poop.
This morning, Callia was talking about how pretty the leaves were and said, "the leaves keep falling out of the trees." All-Knowing-Daddy offered his deep insight, "Maybe that's why they call it Fall." Callia looked concerned, and said, "we need to put the leaves back up in the trees!"