One of the best (and most frustrating) parts about raising a three year old is the way everything is an opportunity for play.
Yesterday, while shopping at the Galleria, Henry had a chance to run away from me and he took it. He quickly established a 200 feet head start before running in to an art store. His goal was clear: keep away from Daddy.
The store clerk was none to happy to watch this game play out. She made three remarks and possibly more, but only one that was intelligible: you need to get a stroller.
I had no concerns that Henry would break anything. He is way to controlled for that. He takes chances for sure but exercises good judgement.
Eventually, Henry conceded the game when I reminded him that we had the quarter-rides just a few steps away.