Five-year-old logic

There's this house that I walk by when I go out for a run/walk. This five-year-old boy lives there and I always stop and talk to him, asking about his day. Well, he actually runs outside or runs over to me and stops me - flailing his arms like a wild man. There's no way I could miss him. He introduced me to his Mom one day and called me the "pretty, blued-eyed walking lady."

So, yesterday I took the van to my Mom at school and ran home. This means that when I came by this little boy's house, I was running instead of walking for my warmup. He hopped on his scooter and chased me down, trying to flail his arms without falling off his red "hot rod."

He finally got me to stop and demanded to know what I was doing. "You know you are WAY too
old to run. You are supposed to walk," he panted. "Besides, you aren't as pretty when you run. You should always walk ... always walk!"

Ha -- guess everyone needs a five-year-old to tell them when they are
pretty and when they are not.