This year I signed up to bring chips to the pinewood derby. Easy, I thought.
The morning of the pinewood derby, Riley reminded me that I had made candy bar cars for past pinewood derby's.
Yes. This is true. But does it follow that I must always make them?
His face was all the reply I needed.
Fine. I didn't grow up with a mom like this, but let's ahead and spoil you rotten.
I ran to the store for supplies.
Then made 60 of the cutest little candy bar cars for Riley's cub scout group.
Riley, the nine-year old, going on twenty-five, took lots of selfies with his friends. Oy.
Spencer helped collect cars as the pit crew.
Riley made a shark car. That he named Black Death. I would like to pretend that I don't know where he gets his dark thoughts...but...he is my child...
His car did well enough and he had fun.
Ev got a front row seat to watch the action.
Riley and Black Death
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