Friday morning, first break.
I ducked downstairs to the lobby store for a carbo-charge and encountered this little fellow (couldn’t have been much more than four), who decided to block my way.
Four-years-old him.
Two-hundred-plus-pounds me.
...okay...
I took one step to the left.
He took three hops to his right.
I took one step to the right.
He took three skips to his left.
I faked a half-step left, cut back around his open side and took off at a fast walk!
He started after me, but pulled up at a woman’s call!
When I came out of the store, I slipped the lady a bag of cookies to give to my tiny challenger.
That had been the most fun I’d had all week!
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