Fast Legs

Every morning at school, I unbuckle Milo from his car seat and we race to the front door of the school. Milo prefers to race up the ramp and I take the stairs. Every morning he beats me. Before you ask, mostly I let him win. Sometimes he beats me fair and square. And approximately every 3 days I actually have to feign running so that he thinks he really is in a competition. It would seem a bit ridiculous if he always beat me by 2 minutes as I mosey up to the door. On a occasion I have fully intended to win, and I do admit to goading him on a bit, to make the competition a little bit more fierce. I tell him something like I have on my fast shoes today so he better watch out. I will tell you on those days I do see a bit more hustle in his step.

The other day it was a very very close race...

Milo: I don't know Mom, who will win? You or me?
Me: I am quite sure I am going to win now that you mention it.
Milo: No Mom! I am going to win.
Me: I wouldn't be so sure. See these shoes Milo?
Milo: Yup
Me: These are my fast shoes, and I can just go super fast in them.
Milo: (looking at me suspiciously) Let me out, lets race!

Milo goes tearing up the ramp, I actually did kind of sprint up the stairs, calling them out as I go...

Me: One step, two, three steps, almost there...
Milo: Ha! I won, I won, I beat you Mommy!
Me: Your sure did. You must have on your fast shoes today Milo.
Milo: Nope, I have on my fast legs today!