I have to brag just a little bit about my Grand Prix champ. Awana, if you don’t know, is a program where kids memorize Bible verses and play games and such like. Our local program has a pine car derby once a year. Last year Colin’s car barely made it down the track. Both Colin and Dad were disappointed to the point of not even wanting to participate this year. This year Colin’s car was slapped together at the last minute with much help from Preschooler D.
Last night, the night of the race, I asked Brent, “Are you even going to go?”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “I will.”
At the last minute we all decided to go — Preschooler D, Shelby who is here on a sorry excuse for Spring Break, and me.
We sat in the back and chewed gum and clapped politely. Colin’s first heat came 12 heats into the race. He won hands down. And the next heat he was in and the next. Gum spit out into wrappers, suddenly his little fan club was awake and alert and cheering in an inappropriate and obnoxious fashion.
He won the whole thing and brought this big trophy home. We were stunned and thrilled. Neither Brent or Colin knew what to say when repeatedly asked what their secret was. Having D pound in the wheels, I guess.