The family, without me, went to support Noah at the Cub Scout's Pine Wood Derby last night. Noah was pleased with his "swiss cheese" car carrying a mouse passenger. All were excited about how it would fare.
Two hours later, Noah bounces in exclaiming that he didn't win an award this year, but had a great timed! (Good Attitude)
Then my Emma comes in with tears rolling down her cheeks exclaiming, "It's not fair! Dad said maybe Noah would be helping Nathan with his car in a few years. Why can't I help build the card? Why can't I enter the pine wood derby? Why can't I even touch Noah's car?"
Truth be told...I'd just as soon forget the Pine Wood Derby, but knowing that wasn't going to comfort Emma, I just suggested maybe we could have a family car derby one of these days. Immediately, she cheered, telling me just what kind of car she'd build and asking me if we could start tomorrow. I looked down at my belly and then up at her and said, "Maybe not tomorrow, or even a few tomorrows...."
She seemed ok with waiting....but seriously....what did I get myself into?
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