Nunning

We've been talking a lot about running at our house lately.

I'm training for a marathon, which means T Junior is often sitting is his jogging stroller with me slugging along behind him. "We're running," I always tell him.

Yesterday, Mr. T and T Junior took me to my first 10k race. There were people running everywhere, of course. And, even though my boys never saw me start or finish the race, they practiced what they would say when I ran by. T Junior demonstrated for me after I was done running. He said, "Go Mama!" I get all teary eyed just thinking about it.

Yesterday afternoon, I was doing something in the kitchen and T Junior was playing in the living room. But he wasn't playing with toys, he was just quickly going around the coffee table, then behind the couch, then back around the table. His little legs moving quickly, just barely bending at the knee. His arms flailing chest-high out to the sides.

"What are you doing, mister?" I chuckled.

He didn't stop, but he answered me. "Nunning!"