One more thing ...

Three women walked by our house tonight, walking their dogs. As usual, Wilder acted as the neighborhood greeter, asking them to please join us. So they did for a few minutes, so that we could pet their dogs and so Wilder could socialize with his favorite demographic next to 3- and 4-year-olds: women who exceed his age by decades. One of them, Rosemary, has lived in this neighborhood forever. She's one cool customer, an observer, and you can tell pretty quickly that she has a wry sense of humor. She sat there looking at Wilder for a few minutes, not saying much. Then this: "I've seen you in the neighborhood, Wilder. You never walk. You're ALWAYS running."

So true, Rosemary. So. True.