Pitter patter…

His little feet carried him around the house, as he chased a ball.

He hopped, he rolled, he ran, he swiped,

He was but a yellow blur until…

He finally caught the ball!

He smiled happily, panting softly from exhaustion, and he pitter pattered back to you, handing you the ball. He stared at you with his big, enchanting blue eyes, his golden hair stuck to his sweaty skin.

“Mommy, can you throw the ball again, please?” A soft and sweet voice.