Like Mother, Like Son

When I was a little girl, I used to chase my sister around the center of our house, both of us giggling as she begged "Dadie, tase me!" (That was toddler-speak for "Katie, chase me!"). I would chase her slowly, while threatening in my best silly-scary voice "I'm gonna get you! I'm gonna get you!" We spent countless hours this way when Heather was about 1-2; and would routinely fall down in piles of laughter when I would catch her and tickle her until she screamed for mercy. Whatever the facts may have been at the time, it's a memory both of us remember fondly through the rose-colored lense of time.

What I thought was just a Sherwood-girl-in-the-70's thing has turned out to be genetic: tonight, I watched as Deven chased Rohan, repeating precisely the words I'd used with my sister over 30 years ago: "I'm gonna get you!" - and Rohan toddled-ran away with delight.

See for yourself: sometimes, when history repeats itself, it's a ton of fun. :)

[ok, I'm having trouble posting the video from my phone. More to come when I figure that out.]