The child has decided that when she wants something, she can move three times as fast to cross the room. No longer is this a case of a turtle going to cabbage leaves. I can't just sit back and enjoy the molasses action. I have to be alert. I have to remember what's on the floor. I have to actually watch the child instead of taking an educated guess of her location.
Is this the moment I get to wish she was still a baby that couldn't even roll over?
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