K Ruh Way! K Ruh Way! K Ruh Wayyyyyyyyyy! Not captured in this video: Kent often counts to five or six, dropping his hand with each number like a basketball ref counting how long it takes to get across half-court, and then runs. It is like he is playing tag with himself. Wo, Tew, Fee, Fo, Fi, Si, K Ruh Way! As you can see, he likes to go again and again and again up and down the hall until he is out of breath.
Out of breath, and then he still keeps going... and I should mention the part about how if I want him to go in a particular direction, all I have to do is count to six, and then he just starts running and chanting "K ruh wayyy!" some more.
Cute as a button. Do you remember taking road trips and having to run through empty lots, while dad filled the car with gas?