Oh my back!
There exist a developmental point at which a child discovers their ability to sprint and twist their bodies that rivals the escape skills of a greased pig. I believe this development occurs around the age of two.
It’s the game of catch me old man. The strange thing is we often teach them these tricks while playing I’m-going-to-get-you while not realizing the adult will eventually be getting it in the small of their back.
The artful dodger grandson seized the opportunity of me juggling a cup of coffee to launch his escape plan in a parking lot. Not the place for running the I’m-going-to-get-you challenge. He was captured and safely placed in the car seat. I could tell he enjoyed it. I don’t know if he picked up on my dislike of the added stress.
Another day he made mad dash out into the garage when he noticed his older brother leaving with Grandma. Again the long arm of Grandpa brought him back but the eyes in the back of head didn’t see curious sister coming up behind us. I stepped on her hand and proceeded to spin, twist and fall back into the house. The little guy probably enjoyed the ride in my arms.
Would it be beneficial to create a greased pig exercise for Grandparents. Defensive tackling could be included too.