Playing chase

One moment, she's sitting on her pudgy diapered rear. The next, she has somewhere to be. Slap! Her hands pound the floor. Her head is up. Her legs scurry behind her. Right hand, left knee, left hand, right knee. Flip-flap, flip-flap, flip-flap. I edge behind her, mimicking her crawl, the debris on the somewhat clean floor poking my heavy knees like rocks. "Imgonnagetyou. Imgonnangetyou!" "Eeeeh!" she squeals as my arms come down on either side of her tiny body. "Eeeeeh!" "Igotyou!" I kiss her neck and her belly. She laughs that giggly baby laugh. She stops, sits up, still smiling. And then she remembers she has somewhere to be. Slap!