Man on the Run

Don't let this picture fool you. The quiet, contemplative little boy in the photo below is a ruse, a trick, a scam, a deception, a ploy. That's what my thesaurus calls it and I'm not one to argue Mr. Webster.

Be forewarned, the trap will snap shut on the con quicker than you can say Grammy's a sucker and the game will be on.

Our Mr. Gabers is faster than lightening and as fearless as Evil Knievel. He darts, he climbs, he slides, he falls, he rolls, he runs.

He stops briefly to flash his heart melting smile and then he darts, he climbs, he slides, he falls, he rolls and he runs some more.

He's faster than a speeding bullet.

And capable of leaping tall buildings (and chairs) in single bound.

He is a pint sized dynamo with an inquisitive bent and

races at break neck speed to a destination known only to him.

Gabers is our man on the run and if you aren't careful you'll get caught in his trap. It's all good.

That is if you have 4 or 5 spare days to catch up on your sleep!