Heroics!

Little B tucked his blanket into the back of his pj's. "Okay," he tells me. "You have to grab the blanket." He then runs away from me. I wait patiently for him around the corner and grab the blanket as he scurries by. "It's your turn," he grins. I grin back. He waits, his body coiled, obviously expecting me to run but I tuck the blanket into the back of my pants and face him. He looks at me, puzzled then launches forward trying to grab the blanket. I sidestep, moving back and forth, side to side but he can't reach the darn thing. Sadly, my heroics lasted a nanosecond: the blanket tumbled to the ground. I'd failed to anchor it well into my pants...