Okay, so if you knew me in high school, you know I was uber-competitive. I still cringe if I run in to people I competed against back in the day. These days, I've really tempered that compulsion to turn everything into a contest and to win each contest. Every now and then, however, it still seeps out... Case in point, this morning taking Hadyn to preschool.
I usually drop Regan off at the elementary school before dropping Hadyn off at her preschool a few miles away. As I was pulling out of the elementary school, I noticed Gracie's mom in the van in front of me. Gracie goes to preschool with Hadyn, and Gracie's older brother is in 2nd grade with Regan. Using my awesome skills of deduction, I guessed that Gracie was now on her way to preschool, just like us. Fine. Great. I tell Hadyn, "Hey, look! We get to follow Gracie to school today." Everything is great, until we get to the stoplight where I generally turn right. Gracie's mom went straight, choosing a different route. Oh yeah, it was on! I drove as fast as I could semi-legally go, determined to get to preschool first, thus exhibiting my superior navigating and driving skills.
What is wrong with me?
Long story short, Gracie's mom may not know it, but she totally got smoked in the Great Preschool Race this morning. It was a good morning...
5 comments:
I LOVE this post Maria!...ahem...I think it runs in the family!!! :)I catch myself doing things like that...often :)
I love the your previous post about your beautiful ballerinas!!! They are TOO cute!
You are so weird
It's being able to admit things like this that makes me love you. :)
you're awesome, maria! i totally do that. i secretly race our neighbors to church every week. if only they knew... :)
Ha ha ha! Great story.
I could tell you some good ones, too, but I'm not sure what the statue of limitations is for racing on public roads...
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