Errol and Owen go to a wonderful school with great teachers who really care about kids. Sometimes the teachers give me mean looks as I walk past their classrooms in the morning.
Owen is really competitive and the best way to get him to do something is to challenge him.
“I’m going to get to the car first, Owen.”
“No you’re not, Daddy!”
We compete for gold medals in tooth brushing, car entering, and just about everything else we do.
“Owen, I’m going to brush my teeth before you!
“No! I’m going to win, Daddy!”
But why do those teachers give me mean looks?
Errol rode horses yesterday at Riverwood and I got to go with him (photos and video coming soon!)
The Little Man looked sharp as he rode Fritz (German horse?) across the wind-swept plains (riding ring). I remember how excited we got when Errol first flipped from his belly to his back, and here he is, at age three, riding a horse (winning the Derby!)
I took Owen to school this morning. We dropped Errol with his new teachers, Ms. Jennifer and Ms. Paula and raced off to Owen’s class. Errol was in first place as he rounded the bend but I was breathing down his neck. Just like every morning we raced past classrooms and up the ramp towards Owen’s classroom.
The special education teachers heard our yells.
“I’m going to beat you again, Owen!!!”
“Don’t beat me, Daddy!” Owen pleaded
The teachers shook their heads.
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