Wanna Skip?

When I was a kid – my whole life, actually – when I'd find myself walking next to my Dad, he'd say to me – or to any one of his 6 daughters he was walking next to – the same thing, every time:

“Wanna skip?”

There is only one answer to that question. When Dad asks, “Wanna skip?” the answer is, unequivocally, “Yes.” .

Dad is a great skipper. And skipping is fun. And fast. You can move when you’re skipping.
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This all came back to me the other day when we celebrated my sister-in-law Kelly's birthday with her. We went to her house, and, at her request, drank strawberry daiquiris.

Several strawberry daiquiris.
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Quite a few strawberry daiquiris.

And after those quite a few daiquiris, Kelly asked, out of the blue, “Wanna gallop?”

I thought that was great. I mean (except for my sister Jane, who has carried on Dad's skipping mojo) who asks something like that?

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Well, Kelly does. And so gallop we did. We galloped around Kelly's house. So fast the camera couldn't even capture us in focus.

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We galloped and galloped.

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At least until I came to my senses and insisted we skip around Kelly's house.

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Because skipping is fun. And fast. You can move. And frankly? It's so much cooler than galloping.

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And so we skipped. We skipped and skipped around Kelly's house.

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I love skipping. I just regret I've let so much time go by since my last skip. Thank you, Kelly, for reminding me how much I love non-walking bi-pedal transportation.

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Hey Dad. “Wanna skip?”