The shame

We just got back from a long walk - made longer by the fact that we went at approximately half a mile per hour. 


We stopped to look at twigs and grass and debate whether dirt is dirty (it isn't according to Charlie). We then had to stop at a building site and watch a digger, tipper truck and road-roller for 20/30 minutes. The builders on this site are used to us doing this - Charlie firsts selects a stick then kneels by the fence and thrusts it through the gap and waves it madly shouting 'DIG MAN DIG!' at them like some sort of possessed foreman. I'm sure they all think that I fancy them and that's why we really stop - quite insulting; the youngest being slightly older than Charlie, the oldest approaching 80 and little in-between. 


The rest of the walk was fairly uneventful (even in comparison to the first bit), Charlie bellowing 'HI!' whenever we saw someone - a bit confusing as up until mid-walk and since he learned how to speak he's always said 'Hello' .


We then popped into the local butchers and all was fine until; when leaving he said to the (female) butcher 'Bye-bye, see you later big bottom'. Many of my friends and relatives have experienced this but it is slightly embarrassing when he says it to a (big-bottomed) stranger. 


We then walked back and he asked me to hold his hand - not a normal request as he usually likes to run ahead - it became clear when he immediately started hanging off my hand dragging on the floor shrieking ''S(h)E'S TAKIN' ME, S(h)E'S TAKIN' ME!'