The Nicki 500

It was my son's birthday today. Nick turns five years old. What a great age. So, I thought, hey, why don't we hit the McD's! Good food, good times! (their next slogan) Anyway, so I pick him up from Joyce's office and he says, "Hey, Dad, I'll beat you to the door". Aha! I thought to myself. A challenge from the young lad. Battle! "I accept your challenge" I said to the ambitious child. He beats me to the door. He then beats me to the car, and to the restaurant. Upon completion of eating, he goes, "Hey Dad, I'll beat you to the car" and so away we went; jogging for all I was worth. And of course, the little tike beats me to the car.

We get back to Joyce's office, and I got a little sneaky. I ran, as fast as I could to the door with the little guy trailing far behind. I yell, and scream and leap for joy. All the while he moaps to the door in a gear so slow you might think he was traveling in reverse.

"I won!" "I won" I said as he walked his last few steps to the door. He looks at me with a gleam in his eye and the sun in his face. He says to me, "It's not a race Dad."

Can you believe it? That's what his mother and I have been saying when all three of the boys get into a race to the house, to the car, or even to the toilet, and he is just now picking up on it? Now? When I win the most important race of the entire...day? He's a funny guy.