Three little boys pound by, one at each end and one in the middle of a long strip of fabric. Round and round and round they go. Dining room, living room, hall, dining room, living room, hall...
You tolerate these things when toddlers have been stuck indoors by the rain for three days. It's only fair.
Oh! The child at the end is shouting in distress!
"Hey, guys!" he shouts. "Stop! Stop! Stop!"
"What's wrong?" I ask the distressed one they pound past me where I stand in the living room door.
"I'm tired of running! I don't want to run any more! Stop! Stop! STOP!!!" His voice trails into the distance down the hall. I wait. They're in the dining room. They're back in the living room. Yell at distressed boy as they pass,
"If you don't want to run, then let go!
Child vanishes into the hall, his cries trailing like a banner behind. "Stop! Stop! Stooooop!" Dining room, back to living room. He calls to me, "WHaaAaAAaat?"
Child drops his arms. "oh." The other two thunder into the distance. There is peace.