Winning

     Typically when my son says, "Let's race," I do, because what better use for these new lungs than seeing if I can get to that tree up ahead faster than my seven year old?

     But yesterday it was I who initiated a contest when I saw a web-like section of the play structure near the beach by our campsite. "Do you want to see who can climb to the top the fastest?"

 

     "Sure, Dad."

     Clearly I lost, but when I compete with my son, I always feel like I'm victorious.