Rocket Man
In my last post, I bragged about the kids. I’m entitled to do that...It’s my blog and I’m the mom!
Anyway, I told you about my son’s upcoming first track meet and how I was sure he was going to “rattle” the competition. I was wrong. He didn’t rattle anybody. That’s far too mild of a word.
He smoked them!
My son always has been a quick little thing, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to try out for track. He didn’t know if he’d be good enough. I gave him my best mama movie line “Life is like a box of chocolates. You don’t know what you’re gonna get until you take a bite” and he decided to give it a try.
I don’t know what that kid ate for lunch, but he looked like he was powered by rocket fuel or something. Check it out! My son is in the blue shirt crossing the finish line well before his two opponents.
I was so happy for him when the race was over I almost fell off the bleachers doing my cheer dance and shouting “Run, Forrest, Run!” He didn’t like that so much, but the mom next to me thought it was hysterical.
Yes sir, that's my baby!
3 comments:
Wow, you should have named him Mazda!
*Whispers* Zoom Zoom!
Dustin: darn! I wish I had thought of that! Do you think it's too late to change his name? He'd probably get used to a new one relatively quickly!
That's spiffy. Something wholesome and healthy to be proud of your son about.
But you need to tell him not to run quite that fast when the girls are chasing him.
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