The kids are in the school yard when seven-year-old Thing2 hops out of the car. He never climbs out. He hops.
When he’s done hopping, he runs up to one friend. Then they run to another friend. The three boys run from spot to spot because why would you ever not run from spot to spot?
Watching them, it’s impossible not to wonder what secret they have that infuses every movement with happiness. I would ask, but I’m not sure they even know what they have.