Clomp, clomp, clomp up the hall. Hee, hee, hee.
Clomp, clomp, clomp down the hall. Hee, hee, hee.
With each turn of his body, the laughing grew louder and the clomping of those size five One Stars went faster.
I needed to know what was so funny. The answer? That hat.
It never fails to find its way into toy rotation at least once a week. When he places it on his head, it is as if he has never played this game before.
The thought of it delights him.
Running as fast as he can for two or three feet. Stopping for just a second to lift the hat and find out his position. Going at it again.
If he can manage to run his body in to a cabinet door, dog or piece of furniture during those few feet, he gives himself a few extra chuckles.
It doesn't seem like fun to me. He thinks the game is a riot.
I guess we just have a different opinion on what constitutes a good time.
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