... then molten the lead for the engine...
... and add the weight pellets to the engine...
... then line the cars up and listen to the last minute talk about sportsmanship and an "it doesn't matter who wins..." and secretly pray that your sons car at least won't come in last...
... and as you watch your little one's face, the anticipation about kills you...
... and your heart melts at the way your daughter turns class A-1 cheerleader...
... and then get to see this face...
... as the 'big blue' car wins again...
... and again...
... and again...
... and get to have your son take home this... and can hardly keep the smile off his face...
... which can hardly keep the smile off his mama's face :)
... that is until we got home and realized that with three boys, each spaced just under 3 years apart means we will be re-creating this moment again...
and again...
and again...
for the next decade.
wish us luck.
1 comment:
Way to go Seth!!!!!! You did great!!!! Especially with Dad's help with the front end loaded with weights. Melted Tinfoil???????? Well, it worked :)
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