It’s the instant second take I do that gives me away. I’m but only 3 feet from him, yet he catches my glance and in a quarter of that second, he’s already miles ahead of me. Everything seems to halt to slow motion as the ever so cunning grin begins to crack in the corner his mouth as he looks back over his shoulder watching me eat his dust. He’s silent, but in my head he roars the “MwWhhhhoooahhahahaha!” It never ceases to amaze me, the fact that he completely outruns me EVERY time! (and there are times he’s done it wearing my heels). I’m grown, pretty athletic (I like to think) quick witted, good reflexed, and yet at 2 foot nothing…he’s always JUST out of my reach, I mean…I’m running, arm’s completely extended out, fingers stretched to the max grabbing and grazing the back of his shirt as he’s only millimeters away from my fingertips as we run. Please tell me how he does this? I believe it’s just one of many powers he’s tuned into being in his Terrible Two’s!!