Walk the Talk

Feeling the bulk of unwanted fats in our bellies, we decided to take a short walk. Instead of burning carbon, we tried burning calories.

Not to waste our time and effort, we brought with us some of the mails, (mom's fingerprints).

Off we go. Zach and Coco on their individual strollers. Destinations: Post Office and sad to say, McDonald's.

As usual, Zach caught the fancy of some old ladies (our Mcdo here is the place were the retirees hang out for their breakfast). Even with his too loose Cleveland Indians shorts (which often times fell off from him), Zach was still the center of fancy of the ladies. And he was not too shy to befriend Alexi, a blue-eyed-three-year-old girl who was there with her hot grandma.

Coco on the othe hand was busy "dreaming". He didn't mind the heat and the business of the street.

At ten after eleven, we started heading home, not after Zach decided to by the Shrek the Third Happy Meal.

That was fun and perfect. Perhaps we can do it again tomorrow.

(I failed to drink my banaba tea, this high sugar is killing me.)