Polar Bear Hunt

Now that Harper is crawling, Lucy has a victim to play any and every crazy pretend game that she dreams up.
Right now Lucy is exhausting herself by trying to get Harper to follow her so they can go on a "Polar Bear Hunt". Lucy is saying things like, "Come on, Harper. Why are you moving so slow? Don't you know that Polar Bears will eat you? You must not care that Polar Bears will eat you. Come this way and you won't be scared. Come on Harper. Come this way, Harper. And I won't be angry with you. Santa will be there and Mrs. Clause will be there. Do I need to leave you here at the North Pole? If you don't come with me you will miss the fun. Come on!" Harper stops every time she hears her name, sees something she wants to play with or to rest. Or to dance. She has moved maybe 5 feet in 15 minutes and Lucy is perturbed. Oh, and Lucy is wearing binoculars around her neck, a fireman's hat and is trying to get Harper to wear another fireman's hat, which, of course, obstructs her entire vision while wearing. But Harper is playing. Smiling and saying "daddadadada" over and over and following the leader.