this past weekend, some guys from church got together for a Super Bowl party while the wives were at a bridal shower and a baby shower. (some both but not all). so all the kids were with the dads in this townhouse...all girls...4-6 years of age...
needless to say, by half-time they're pretty restless...stir crazy as it were, so i decided to take the 6 kids out to the playground about a quarter mile away in the complex. you know, get 'em...running around. tire 'em out a bit. once outside, "let's race!" i proclaim as i start off in a trot towards the playground...
they're all running and screaming as i speed up and slow down accordingly...you know, give them the illusion of possibly winning...but, you know there's no way in H-E double hockey sticks that i'm going to let these kids beat me.
no. stinkin. way...
ok...i know, i'm a forty year old man. ok...forty-one...whatever. what does beating a bunch of overgrown toddlers in a race really going to mean to me? nothing really...
but still...
no. stinkin. way...
well...apparently, kyleigh has figured this out as well...
"Daddy!" as she stops running
"I'm tired! I want Daddy! I want Daddy's shoulders" walking towards me after i've stopped and the other kids have flown by me...
"Daddy!" almost crying as she nears me...
"Ok kyky...Daddy's shoulders..." as i turn towards her with arms stretched out (i think maybe she's just really tired from the long day)
she gives me a big smile, which warms my heart.
temporarily...
until i realize what's about to transpire...
she breaks into a dead run...not to me...but by me...right by me...full speed...
"bye Daddy!" as she joins the other girls in beating me to the playground...laughing all the way...
not even looking back to see the horror and dismay in my expression.
she sacrificed her desire to win...just so i wouldn't...and all the girls (even the smallest)would get there before i did.
damn...
i almost teared up...almost...
but not...
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