We were out for a walk today when the kids got to playing on a small hill at the edge of a nearby parking lot. It’s not a big hill, but all Ouest had to do was lift her feet up and by the bottom of it she was hauling butt. She would bounce across the grates at the bottom and they would rattle and she would laugh, and right behind her Lowe would come barreling at full speed pushing the stroller. The two of them did this for an hour. They’d walk up together, turn around, and fly down it as fast as they could go. Just about every person that walked past stopped to watch them for a turn or two and almost without fail they’d say to us, “You’ve got a couple of daredevils there.” Our kids are going to have so many scars.