Who: Wilson and George What: Chasing about a three year old When: Friday night Where: The Mansion Warnings: TBA
"Tara, get back here!" Wilson stumbled over himself as he chased after an energized three year old. Giggling, the little girl crawled under the coffee table and was once more running off down the hall. Panting, the young man sighed and leaned in the door frame. Tara, when she realized she wasn't being chased, looking back at Wilson with a pout.
"Gampaw!" She stated with a little huff, crossing her arms over her chest. "C'mon! Slow poke!"
"Tara, grandpa can't chase you anymore." He admitted with a sigh, watching as Tara wandered back over to him.
"Yous no fun." With a pout she held up her hands to him and Wilson bent down to pick her up. Tara razzed his cheek, giggled, and put her arms around his neck as she was taken back to the living room.