15, 2001 - Thursday
"Run amok, please" It's Harry's latest game with daddy and it involves
Harry running from the bed in his room, out into the hallway, and into any of
the other rooms on the second floor of our house. I will either chase him or
he will chase me, but either way it always ends with me grabbing Harry in a
big surprise and him squealing with glee, then running back to his bedroom.
It's a simple game, of course, but it's hard to beat for the half an hour or
so before Harry's bath and bedtime. It's hard to beat on its own, but its an
especially fun way to pass those waning moments of our day with Harry that often
crumble into his dissatisfaction about either his impending bedtime or his fatigued
state. Either of those cases usually produces a degree of whining that is far
less pleasant than watching Harry run through the hallway with his little legs
and arms pumping away.