Me? Competitive?

To help Smiley out with his homework this month we played a game as a family called the Turkey Trot game. I know you are all crossing your legs and grimacing - or laughing at the name of the game. My parents always called it the turkey trots if you had to use the bathroom frequently like after eating at a cheap Mexican diner (which Brett does constantly).

I made up some "turkeys" out of paper bags stuffed with balled up newspaper and drew turkey faces on them. We divided into pairs and each pair had to link arms with our turkey inbetween our arms. We raced across the backyard and the first pair to reach the fence without unlinking arms or dropping our turkey won. We switched up our pairs a few times to see how our pairs compared. Sheriff and Wannabe won the first round when I was paired with Smiley. My competitive bone kicked in. My shoes were lose I told myself and so I wasn't at my best during the first round. I would do better. Next round I paired up with Sheriff. We would win for sure.

And we did.

But whose idea was it to make the finish line the fence when we were running at full-speed?

I lay on the ground holding both knees looking at the fence to make sure there weren't two holes in it to match up with my knees. Nope. Thank goodness for that. I'd hate to have to pay for a fence repair AND knee replacement surgery at the same time. But we had won even though Brett had cheated by picking Smiley up and running with him and the turkey under his arm. Cheater!

But it wasn't over yet.

Smiley wanted another round with mom. I grit my teeth, grabbed that turkey and headed back for the starting line.

Round three. On your marks, get set, GO! I raced for my life... knocking down kids, tripping Brett and Marcus, crashing through the bushes... just kidding. I ran straight ahead as quick as I could concentrating on holding the turkey and Smiley and keeping those darn loose shoes on my feet. Oh no.... second place.... or are we???? Sheriff and Wannabe dropped their turkey. Disqualified!!!! We win again! The crowds roar! (actually it was just the wind blowing through the trees but I'll take it.)

Take that Brett!

I mean... nice try honey. Better luck next year.