it was only really apparent when he was running after a four year old that silas needed to get in SHAPE. he though a nice stroll in the park would be nice, calming, after school but tala ? she had other ideas. she’s four and QUICK and goes speeding through the park and silas can only catch up to her because she gets distracted by someone, her little four year old hands roaming around in their things. “shi--” he stops himself, catching his breath. “i swear one day i’ll be able to catch up to her.” he quickly tries for damage control, hardly registering who’s THINGS his daughter is rummaging through. “sorry about that. you’ve heard of terrible twos, right ? i think she’s doing that again at four.”















