Eliot and Asa were out in the driveway when I got home from Austin last night.  Asa sprinted (and I mean sprinted) towards the car when he caught sight of me.  He threw himself into my arms, gave me a hug and then said, “Okay, let’s run!”  So we ran around the yard and up and down the driveway for a while.  This was, of course, wonderful.  I was dead tired from teaching and driving, and I still had some running of my own to do, so “I’ve created a monster” did cross my mind, but by the 9th lap of the yard, I was entirely happy.   Then Eliot called us in for dinner.  My three year-old prefers barefoot running in case you’re wondering.