even though owen doesnt ask "chase you, me?" anymore, he still demands chasing and being chased. whether its on the bike or just running, the kid does not stop. its great that i dont have a bump on the log, but there are times when i just want a quick rest. he has a new obsession with shooting guns, swinging swords, and playing dead. thank you neighbors. i was hoping to get at least another year of non-dying play, but boys will be boys, and at least there are no more monsters creeping in our house. they have all been blasted to smithereens.