|Sammy in spy mode.|
Sam: Dad, can I go for a run?
Me: No Sam. Look how busy it is. Why don't we read your book?
Sam: But I'm a spy dad! I've got to do running. Just to the other end of the pool and back? Please?
Me: No Sam! There's too many people here. Besides it says no running. Look. See.
Sam: What about slow motion running? Spies run in slow motion on TV.
Archie starts to crawl in the other direction and I go to get him.
Sam: Please dad, please!
Me: Okay, okay. Super slow mo though, okay and don't run!
Sam: I promise. (talking to his wrist) Okay. Let's do this! Go. go .go.
I manage to retrieve Archie and turn back around to see Sammy set off on the slowest, slow motion run I have ever seen. Each step must take him about 6 or 7 seconds to complete and he has the whole pool and back to cover!
As he passes each of the adults sat down there is a beautiful moment where their expressions turn from confusion to comical and then sheer delight. Sammy is oblivious to everyone around him - just concentrating purely on his super slow-mo running; following his arms and legs with his eyes to ensure they are in sync, and his movement is perfect! Every now and again he raises his wrist to his mouth (in slow motion) and speaks:
Sam: Ruuuuuuunnnnnn. Coooonnntaaaaccct maaaaade...
It takes him almost 6 minutes to cover the whole distance and by the end of it every eye in the room is watching his epic run and every mouth is grinning from ear to ear. There is even a ripple of applause when he finishes. Sam is oblivious to it all though. I have never seen him so concentrated, controlled or as disciplined as he was on that run. And for Sammy, as soon as it was over it was as though nothing ever happened:
Me: (amazed) Sammy. That was incredible.
Sam: Thanks Dad. He got away though, I was too slow. Have you got any crisps?