"May!" I smile and hold out a hand to the zooming child on the other side of the inn.
She's been burning off her morning energy running around the inn, and fortunately so far the innkeep has found all that energy in her endearing, so he's done nothing to stop the little golden-haired terror from zipping around.
Her smile is wide and joyous as she runs and plays with really nothing else but her imagination.
Her eyes gleam as she zips across the wooden boards towards me and wraps her arms around my knees.
I pet her hair gently and then hold out my arms to her as an invitation for her to grab those instead of my knees. "Time to go to the wagon, sweetie. You want to be carried, right?"
No matter how enthusiastic she is running around this is usually the case, especially if it means going into the wagon. I've gotten used to it.
"NO!" May stomps her feet on the floor. One stomp each foot. Just to really drive her point home. "Wanna walk."
