As I headed toward the ringing phone, I was cutoff at the pass by a mischievous 2-year-old.
Grabbing the phone, Levi took off running. I tried to step into his path, zigging when I should have been zagging. I continued to pursue him down the hall and into the bedroom.
“Hello,” he said in his sweet toddler voice throwing the phone under the bed.
I knelt down beside him to try to grab it. As I reached for it, he did too, and pushed it farther from my reach--and ran.