Case in point:
My mom was called to assist, and what a wild chase through the park we were taken on by the Tiny Tornado. There was fleeing. There was whirling. There was ignoring. There was leaf tasting. There was stick-wielding.
And on our part, there was bribery. There was singing. There was nursery rhyme chanting. There was begging.
But no. It was not to be. The backgroud was beautiful. The leaves falling, literally, as I took the pictures. The lighting was glorious. The morning magical.
But no amount of magic was sufficient to tame the Tiny Tornado, whirling down the paths.
Next time, sweet little tornado. We'll be ready for you. :-)