It's cold. Really. Cold. Below 10 degrees cold. So, outside activities are not an option. Instead, we are playing chase.
It starts in Austin's room when he says Na Na Na Boo Boo You Can't Catch Me and runs screeching and giggling like a madman toward the office with me chasing or Daddy chasing or Daddy carrying Austin and me chasing or Austin chasing me or some variation of chasing. Even Nemo gets in the game repeatedly following the whole screeching, giggling, madman parade from one end of the house to the other.
This particular variation includes several rounds of Daddy carrying Austin with me chasing them both and Nemo tagging along to make sure we don't hurt Austin.
A: Screeching. Giggling. Ahhhh....here she comes. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, Daddy.
D: I think Daddy is done running for now.
A: (Pause) WALK FOR YOUR LIFE!
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My handsome young grandson is beginning to look a lot like his mother. After all, she did most of the work. Gigi
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