A vacation post script:
Yes, that's my son ahead of me on the Go Cart track. I am both proud and sad to say that he beat Dad for the first time. But you know what they say about old age and treachery. Dad beat him later by spinning him out in the final turn. It was just one of those racing deals, as they say in Nascar. (But Mommy made me apologize anyway.)
And why is Baby Bella crying on the concrete? She and Mommy were watching us race, Baby Bella got her feelings hurt because Daddy waved at her but didn't stop his Go Cart to come to see her.
Baby Bella has maintained a strong conviction, all of her life, that Daddy must acknowledge her, speak to her and hold her if he enters a room where she happens to be at the moment. That is kinda of hard to do when I am racing big brother who has learned to protect the corners and drive wide open.
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