Tag, you're it!

The words, "I bet you can't catch me!" echoed through the warm fall air, as both my son and daughter played tag while running back to the house. Their little feet scampered through the dried crunchy leaves, moving as quickly as they could. They ran with smiles on their faces and the wind blowing through their hair. When they reached the end of the grass, my daughter stopped short and reached her hand backwards towards her brother, waiting for their hands to intertwine. Then once clasped, they crossed the finish line together.