It was so nice and breezy when Ladybug arrived home from school that I decided to kick her butt in a stroller vs. big wheel race. She "fell off" the big wheel (which I had no idea was even possible) when she realized I wasn't going to let her beat me like your typical alpha-mom would. I was on the home stretch when the scream and moaning threw me off my stride and I had to look back to make sure
me: You're okay, Ladybug.
her: NOOOOOOO I'm nottttttt.
me: It's not even dripping, it's just a little scrape. It will feel better soon.
her: Noooooo. It will neh-ver fee-ee-ee-eel bet-terrrrrr.
me: You're just upset because I was winning the race.
her: Ughhhahhahahhhhhggggu-hic-hic-hic. You're making me not breathheeee.
me: I am so good at racing.
me: Even butterball turkey baby was faster than you.
bbt: durrrr. gahhhh. *drool
me: Say cheese. Let's remember this race forever! *chk
her: wahhhhhhh. You're being mean.
me: Aww c'mon, I'll carry your big-wheel the rest of the way.
her: *limp limp limp
before the race
after my big win
Fall was such a blast, I can't wait till we get our winter week.