I’m sure that you watched a lot of the Summer Olympics this summer son. I know I watched a lot of the games and I remember you sitting right next to me watching as well. I never thought that you would remember the games to this day.
Lately, is has been a sprint to catch toys and other items that are left within your grasp that you know you are not supposed to have. I know that your mother and I do leave things out in your reach and we should probably know by now not to do that. The moment you grab the item it is off to the races.
You know exactly what you are doing son. You know that you shouldn’t have the lip balm or be running with one of mommies hair bands. While most of the things that you pick up are relatively harmless, you will learn some day I hope, that it is the principle of the thing.
This is how things come up missing in our house. You pick them up and run and/or hide them before mommy and daddy can catch you. I am still missing a charger to my iPhone. I know it is around here somewhere, but something tells me I’ll catch you running around with it sometime soon.
You may think that you are Citius, Altius, Fortius (Higher, Faster, Stronger) but something you will soon need to realize is that I am Citius, Altius, Fortius than you! In an all out sprint I will win, always, or at least until you are 14. By then I will be old and unable to keep up.