We have a new tradition at our house: when a boy child cannot control his body, when he is contorting into strange positions whilst upon the couch or kitchen table, when he is running pell-mell around the house bumping into random walls, when he is chasing dogs, cats, or tapeworms in circles around the living room table, well, then he is commanded from above to remove his body to the out of doors and run laps around the house. Five year olds get five laps; eight year olds get eight laps. One should run but is allowed to walk if necessary...constant forward movement and a shut-up pie hold are the only requirements. This new tradition is what inspired Rufus's wisdom for this day:
Rufus: "I have been getting into a lot of trouble today."
Fatty: "Yes, you have."
R: "Know why?"
F: "Please explain."
R: "I'm in training."
F: "Huh?"
R: "Training. All those laps help me learn to run even faster, which means I'll be able to catch the girls at recess."
F: (silence as she ponders)
R: "Come to think of it, I'd like to go run some laps now. Do I need to do something to get in trouble or I can I just go run?"
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