Three-year olds are imaginative, that way. ;-)
By the time we were heading back for home, he wasn't "running" any more. In fact, he wanted to hitch a ride on mommy. Well, we had gone a mile and a half so I don't blame him. I gave him a piggy-back the rest of the way. Which proved problematic with slippy-slidey track pants...
Here's a funny: Whenever we walk up the stairs together, Thing Four "races" me and of course, I always let him win. Or we "tie." The other day I was running around right before we were leaving to run some errands, and I forgot something in my room. Apparently Thing Four decided to "race" me up the stairs to my room, but I was deep in thought and took the stairs two at a time, not realizing what he was doing. I came back out of my room to see him standing on the stairs, dumbstruck, his little mouth open in shock.
"What's wrong?" I asked him. His response:
"MOM, you won the race! You beat me! You don't do that to a three-year old!!!!"
Yes, honest-to-gosh, he really said that. Oh boy.
Today is going to be a lot of running around. Which is fine, but I am cringing at the $3.25 for REGULAR UNLEADED gasoline. I'm sure prices are higher elsewhere, but I have a gas-guzzler. That's why I go to South Carolina to buy my gas. ;-) It's loads cheaper.
Happy Thursday, everyone!