Attended my first track meet ever tonight. Looking around, several things come to mind.
- How on earth does my 7th grader ever get anything done in the presence of SO MANY cute girls?
- I'm so impressed with how well all the kids are getting along and how supportive they are of each other. Feeling the love between the teams...nice!
- Girls are rockin' it, but the boys are decidedly faster. And, gosh, they almost look like men! And, oh my, I caught a glimpse of my little guy, his arms all muscly and cut, looking like a a man himself. Took my breath for a second.
It was a great track meet, and great track meets lead to great conversations, right?
Little guy: "Hey dad, did you ever do track events?"
Dave: "Yeah, I did blah-de-blah-de-blah-de-blah." Obviously I can't remember what he said, but the dude was definitely a big time track meet participant.
Me: "Did you want to know about me?"
Little guy: "Did you?"
Dave: "She did just what she's doing right now."
Yes, I was doing my dumb blond twirling my hair around my finger thing.
Me: "Hey, I'll have you know I was the hippety-hoppity champion in my elementary school and I won a bunch of blue ribbons."
Yeah, you could hear crickets chirping...pretty sure that meant they were uber impressed. No doubt.