In a living example of “don’t judge a book by its cover,” we have the living contradiction that is my middle child, Carter. He looks scrawny. Pick him up, and you might be surprised he’s not feather light, since, when he turns sideways, he all but disappears into jutting ribs. But this boy is strong and f-a-s-t. As soon as he stopped toddling and began to truly run, Paul and I laughed, saying, “He’s the fastest kid alive!” just like the cop in Super Bad. Carter has the same, high stepping run as Michael Cera’s character.
He’s really fast. Paul will chase him on a scooter, and Carter can still outrun, out-zig, and out-zag—for a while. Then Paul really sounds like the bad cop from Super Bad, panting out that line.
Carter isn’t just fast – he loves to run, and run, and run.
Running in the surf is pure joy to him, and beyond joy for me to watch. The same kind of receding wash that is perfect for skim boarding is Carter’s favorite running medium. Splash, splash, SPLOOSH.
Good thing they both like it… because Bunny’s first summer of Junior Guards looms in a few weeks. :) They’ll have 4 weeks of beach days, lucky kids.