ZOOM!

Owen zips across our house at the speed of light, over and over and over again. He's almost worn a race track into our carpet.

After an especially taxing race (against himself), he collapsed into a heap and declared while examining his belly,

"My tummy is tired of running. It needs a drink of noise (smoothie)."

A drink seemed to do the trick, as he was off and running again before I knew it!