Road runner

So there we were, shuttling back and forth from the car to the backyard unloading buckets of woodchips we had been given by a friend. Aiden was helping, of course. The gate to the backyard was propped open with a stick rammed in the ground to hold it open.

Someone began talking to me on one of the trips into the backyard. Mister Aiden wasted no time. Quick as a flash, he had yanked the stick out of the ground, shut the 5 foot high gate and jammed it shut in the same way from the outside. He was on his way down the path toward the driveway when I called him back to open the gate. (It's been quite a while since I even considered scaling a 5 foot tall gate or fence). He paused in his sprint towards the road long enough to smile at me trapped in the backyard and took off around the corner of the neighbour's house. Was he going out to the road? I could hear a few cars on the street out there. Would I get to him in time?

I blasted through the house strpping off hat and shoes as I went calling to anyone ahead of me to get out of the way. By the time I had negotiated the maze created in a house occupied by a family with children, he had made it over to the neighbour's front door and was attempting to hide between the screen door and the front door.

Thank goodness he still hasn't mastered the technique of hiding effectively. I bet my face was pretty rosy from stress and the sudden obstacle course through the house. He was still smiling sweetly.