Running

Daddy: I love the way you try to run. You're not very fast yet, but man, you're trying. You run with glee, your shoulders scrunched against your neck, with elbows bent slightly upward and hands sort of flopping with each toddering step. You're confident with your strides until someone gets close to you, at which point you gleefully curl into a half-running, half-hiding ball and squeal. So cute.