Mine would be waiting for my mama to come home and when I would see her, I'd run out of the house like a bat out of hell, and she would say, "Corre caballito corre!!!" Running into her arms was the best reward!!!
and with my dad...........us running and racing every where we went. He was 6'6", so his legs were just ridicules!!! Him LETTING me win was my reward
My boyfriend's fondest memory was his dad taking him to McDonald's after all his kiddy soccer games!!!