We were on vacation in Washington, D.C.
After dinner, we had some free time. I took Anthony for a walk near the White House.
He said his legs hurt.
And sure—he was probably tired. We’d done a lot that day.
But after twenty minutes, I could tell.
It wasn’t pain. He just didn’t want to be out.
He probably wanted to go back to the hotel and watch something on his tablet.
This time, I didn’t give in.
We kept walking. All the way around the White House.
He stayed quiet. I didn’t push.
When we finally got back to the hotel, the leg pain disappeared almost instantly.
I didn’t say anything.
I just let it go.
Not every moment needs to be fun for both of us.
But I got to spend an hour and a half with him—my way.
And that counts too.
