The tablecloth needs to be folded. Stuff needs to be put away. Things need to be done. One thing then the next. This is life.
But the little guy isn’t having any of that.
He runs across the tablecloth when it’s spread out on the floor. He lays down and rolls around laughing. He messes up the fold just when you make a little progress. He grabs the end starts a game of tug of war.
Five minutes later and the tablecloth circus is still in motion. Five minutes well spent.
Gratefully Dad 