Foddrick

One morning, Christine was busy trying to prepare Campbell for school when I decided it was time for "Wrestling Time". At the mere mention of this, Campbell swung into full wrestling mode, and before I knew it, despite my earnest attempts to prevent it, Campbell had genuinely pushed me off the bed. I landed with an undignified thud on the floor. I got up, defeated, licking my wounds, and Campbell victoriously cried out "Ding! Ding!". He was ready for round two!

Christine and I came home tonight in different cars, we each had one child with us. My co-pilot was Campbell. Things were fine until Chris passed me on the entry to Smith St. (Give me a break... Commodore vs Barina = No Contest).
Anyway, from that point onward it was all "Come on Daddy", "You can do it Daddy, "Daddy I'm telling you to turn now".
We were defeated, Campbell consoled me and hoped that we'd win next time. Chris is currently undefeated in the Commodore, so I don't think it's likely at all.

"Daddy. I've got holes in my leg and I made blood!"
Poor Campbell, he hurt himself, but you have to love statements like that.