I just have to post this, because it makes me laugh too much. Last week at school, during recess, Zoey told me that she was playing "chase" with a couple of people. It then paired down to just two, her and this boy. But, because she was so fast, he spent the whole time chasing her. According to her (this all is, of course) she spent two seconds chasing him and the rest of the time he had to chase her. So one day, he tells her, "Zoey I think you must be the fastest in the class!" She is proud of this, of course.
Fast forward to this morning, getting ready for school... She informs me that she may be going a little slower than usual. I ask "why?" thinking she's hurting somewhere or not feeling so well... She tells me, "Well, I mentioned to Thomas that Codie thought I was the fastest in the class, and well... now he wants a race!" So it's going down. Today, recess... And so she was saving all of her energy!!
As she was walking out the door, Ross said, "come on, speedy!" She replied to remind him, "Dad, I'm not moving like normal today. I'm going a little slower."
*I know I'm biased, but she is fast... Ross and I are always amazed at her running when she puts it into high gear. Speedy Speedikins we call her. I have to wait until the end of the day to hear the results!!
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so what's the update on the race? zoey have fun?
She's so funny. She ended up running a different race and she won. She was in a very good mood after school that day:)
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