Phoebe really liked the hallway from the room to the elevator at the Wyndham.
She either walked right along with Daddy, holding his hand (DADDY'S hand, not Mommy- apparently there was something wrong with Mommy's hand, because Phoebe didn't want to hold it if there was anyone else around that she could hold hands with...Mommy's hand was the last reort. Boo.) Or if we were on the way back to the room, Daddy would say, "Go!" and she would run as fast as she could to our door (we were at the very end of the hall, so there was nowhere really to go except our door or the door to the supply closet). She ran with reckless abandon- arms churning, flip flops slapping carpet, butt shaking back and forth...it was like watching a hyper little duck trying to get away from an alligator...and every time, we would laugh and say, "Who taught that girl how to run?"
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