Recently, Alex had decided that it is fun to run away from mama. When I go towards him with a bib, that’s his cue to take off. He runs to the opposite side of the dining room table, then stops and looks at me. Whichever way I go, he goes the other way. Sometimes he’ll head under the table because he knows that if I follow, then he can slip out under a chair and I’ll be stuck under the table.