Changing Tastes

My tastes are changing from the time that I was younger. While I used to really enjoy a good game of "chase the baby", I'm less interested in it being played the way it used to be. In the earlier version of the game, I would crawl away from my Daddy and he would catch my leg and pull me back to him on my tummy. I liked being caught so much that sometimes I'd make only a few crawl steps away and then stop and hold my leg out. I don't really do that anymore. If Daddy is going to chase me, then it's going to be a real chase. To make it even harder, I like to crawl behind stuff, like my big stuffed horsie, and hide from him so he cannot see me. Sometimes he spots me anyway and looks at me from a funny angle. That's great fun.