We’re (Not) Walking In The Middle Of The Racetrack…

July 14, 2013 at 11:21 pm , by 

2 years, 7 months.

Dear Jack,

Somehow despite living in the South my whole life, including the states of Alabama, Virginia, Florida, and Tennessee, it wasn’t until this weekend that I went to my very first car race.

It was your first time to a race, too; at the Nashville Fairgrounds Speedway.

I think it’s funny that Mommy, who is from Sacramento, has been to more races than she can count.

So I guess I should say, Mommy, the California girl, introduced us Southern boys to our first real car race.

Did you love it? Of course you did!

You were mesmerized.

We kept “betting” on the underdog and always lost.

“Ah, Daddy’s yellow car came in at 2nd to last,” I explained to you.

Sure, you loved seeing the fast cars whiz by, but honestly, you were most excited by the “crashes.”

By crashes, I mean… when a car would get bumped off the track, into the green.

Planning a Saturday afternoon event with you is always tricky, because typically when we’ve got a fun special thing like a race coming up, you have a hard time falling asleep for your afternoon nap.

If you don’t take your nap, you’re not in the best of moods…

Well, this time around, you ended up falling asleep on the way there, meaning that I stole a few of your Go Go Squeez applesauce pouches as Mommy and I let you sleep in the car, while we sat in the parking lot for 30 minutes.

Once you had woken up and we had entered the stadium, you survived about an hour and a half sitting in the bleachers before you started getting antsy, prompting the leave to go back home.

My favorite part of our family racing event was actually as we were walking back to our car, trying to find our Honda Accord among countless look-a-likes.

“Those cars crash!” you exclaimed.

Mommy helped me understand why you were so excited:

“I think Jack thinks we’re walking on the racetrack right now, and that all these cars parked so closely together are actually race cars that crashed into each other in the middle of the race.”

While I would like to think of us being an adventurous family, we’re not that adventurous…

Though I’m sure you wouldn’t mind getting a closer view of those “crashing” race cars.

 

Love,

Daddy

 

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