races
so the other day was rainy. g and i walked to and from school instead of biking. i guess he'd been cooped up inside all day. he wanted to race on the way home. dad, i'll race you to that garbage can. ready? go! and he takes off. of course, i've got his backpack. and more than a hundred extra pounds on him. he gets about 4 meters ahead and stops when he realizes i'm not racing. he turns around to walk backwards. the better to taunt me i guess. we're getting closer and closer to the garbage can. he turns his head to see just how close. he turns his head back and sees the big yellow bus of his dad in rain gear blowing past him at full speed. the look of surprise followed by abject terror that he was going to get a) run over and/or b) lose - was priceless. i won. but not by much. he wanted to run a whole bunch more face saving races. i declined. he ran them anyway. then i pointed out to him that he finished last in every single race he ran. and i won every race i ran. it was a fun walk. i can't wait until tomorrow.