Exhibit A: Pinewood Derby, Part 2
Those of you who've been with me for a while may remember the story of J's first Pinewood Derby. Basically, though I rooted fiercely (and silently) against his car, he came in third and qualified for the District level of Pinewood Derby. Because I'm a
Now, to me it was pretty clear that my little boy's third place car was unlikely to take top honors against all those other first and second place cars, but try telling that to a seven year old. No amount of "Well, there are going to be a lot of other fast cars, too," or "The fun part is getting to see all the other cool cars," or "You're really lucky to get to go to districts, most of your other friend's are home today
Of course, he didn't. In four heats, his car finished second, third, fourth, and third...a perfectly respectable (and predictable) finish...and a much better day than the little boy whose car repeatedly failed to go across the finish line (not sure how he managed to get to "this level of competition"). After finishing last in his third heat, I thought he was getting the picture. Disappointed, he bypassed his spot on the bleachers, walked to where we were sitting, and climbed into his 16 year old brother's lap. Soon, N had him smiling.
|Big brother pep talks are the best|
Uh, oh. The trophies were only for the top five finishers. I tried to soften the coming blow: "Um, honey...I don't think you're going to get a trophy. They're only for the top 5."
J: "So what you're saying is you don't believe in me."
|I think this was his first season.|
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