tonight I go with my son, what a freakin soap opera that will be
He's already whining about the fact we are going together
.....its a running competition every year.....and every year I beat him...
first he'll whine who sits up front and we will bypass some really big boys, then we'll stop in a few hours get something to drink....rag on each other how he should have taken the shot, but was holden out...then he'll get itchy and tired...and around 2 or 3 am a big boy will come along...he will get it...bust his butt bringing him in......we re-rig everything, I take the front and in thirty minutes see another monster....I get him...bring him in and he'll be two inches longer.......hahahahahahah, Oh how I love that mother-son race.....then he'll pout for days...
