Mornings

Every morning when I drop Evan off at school, we would race up the sidewalk to see who gets to the door first. He's a competitive little guy. Usually, he would start "talking smack" a block away from school. 

Evan: Evan win! 

Mama: Mama win! 

Evan: Evan win! 

Mama: I don't know… Mama's feeling pretty fast today.

Evan: Evan pretty fast. 

Back and forth. 

Then yesterday

Mama: Mama #1, Evan #2. 

Evan: Evan #1, Mama uh……………. #10. (good to know he's not just parroting ;o))

Then I taught him "No way, José" He thought that was the most hilarious thing. He said it back to me (or tried to) and giggled and giggled.

The sneaky guys has even tried to ask to hold my hand to try to hold me back, but Mama's not falling for that one.

This morning was slightly different…

Mama: Mama's gonna win today.

Evan: Mama win. (I thought uh-oh, what's wrong with him?)

This went on a few times, he still said he was going to let Mama win today. So when we got to the school, we decided to just sedately stroll up the sidewalk. We looked at the bushes and flowers, and made sure there were no snails that we might step on. Then, the last 10 yards, he broke away and ran up to the door and won! Sneaky guy!

So far he has shown pretty good sportsmanship. Usually, if he wins, he would say, "next time, Mama win." Or if he loses, he would say "next time, Evan win." We make him work for his wins, just a little bit. ;o)