It had been gloomy and raining for days, and we'd been hanging out inside playing games and doing puzzles. My twin 2 1/2 year-old brothers were getting tired of the house, though, and I bundled them up and herded them outdoors. I told them that we were going to run up and down our driveway (which is very long and hilly) 10 times before heading back inside. So we began tramping up and down the driveway. It was one of the last times up that I, with my long legs, got ahead of them as they straggled up, tired of walking, behind me. I stood at the top waiting for them, and finally one of them reached me. Looking up into my eyes as he slipped his hand into mine, he told me, "I'm glad we're done 'cause I ran out of footsteps!"