The Race

Sometimes it seems as though we are in a race. We can hear that Owen is getting into something in the other room, but we just want to finish brushing our teeth, ironing one more shirt, getting dressed, etc. He seems to be driven too, like he wants to make just one more colossal mess before we come and find him. This is what we found the other morning when just such a race had ensued. Clearly, Owen won this one.