(Little) Man on the Run

Every afternoon the adults at my three-year-old nephew Harrison's preschool email my sister and brother-in-law a recap of what went down that day along with a bunch of pictures of kids banging on miniature instruments, coloring (terribly), crafting, playing dress-up and digging in the sandbox. The picture below these words accompanied today's email.

Although whoever took it was probably trying to get a shot of those twins being cute and goofy while peddling matching red tricycles in matching fleece jackets, they also happened to have caught my youngest nephew pushing a plastic shopping cart across the playground at an all-out sprint.

I'm not sure where he was headed in such a hurry, but if I had to venture a guess I'd say he was probably looking for some poor dog's tongue to bite.