Adventures in Insanity Installment 87452

At 2:45 I was working on fluffy party decorations when I sense a commotion, simultaneously hearing a frantic scream from the other room and then a hot-potato hand off of baby while former mentioned bellower high tails it down the road (3 blocks) after a sprinting five year old (this child being our own-- running as fast as his spindly legs can carry). Miraculously, he stays on the sidewalk.

Another day survived, if only by one blond bouncing hair.