There’s so much to gripe about! I can’t decide what direction to take.
How about we take a break from complaining about life for a funny story.
We registered ourselves, including the kids, for the National Race for the Cure. For those who have been living under a rock, this race is a 5K put on by Susan G. Komen for the Cure, to raise money for breast cancer research. Gazillions of people attend the “national” one here in D.C. as well as in other cities. This morning, I showed Einstein his T-shirt and said, “look at the really cool shirt you get to wear to the race!”
He asked, “We’re going to a race?”
“Is it a running race?”
“Well, yeah, it’s a running race, but I think we’ll probably walk. It’s fun! You’ve been to it before. We went two years ago.”
“Did I win?”