Man On the Run

Pad pad pad pad pad...pad pad...pad pad pad.....pad pad pad pad. 

That's the sound of little feet.  Usually hear them before I see them.

Pad pad pad pad pad pad.  Clunk.  Crash.  Clunk clunk crash.  There went the tupperware cabinet.

Pad pad pad pad.....pad pad...silence.  Must have hit carpet.  "MOMMMM!!! Jack's eating dirt again. " Yep, must be in the living room bonding with the house plants.

Pad pad pad pad.  Pad pad pad pad.   Slam.  Oops.  Made it to the pantry.  Better investigate.  Pretty saavy.  Already can grab bags from the snack bucket and open up the zip-loc'ed Teddy Grahams, I see.

Pad pad pad pad.....pad pad pad pad.  Zhuuuuuup.  Uh, oh.  The coupon drawer.  Paper-spreading and shredding disaster awaits.  Panic!  Investigate quickly.  Dairy Queen coupon must not be destroyed.

Pad pad pad pad pad pad pad.

Is it naptime yet?  Mine, I mean, of course.