Shortest Race Ever
it says. About six feet apart, two lines are drawn and labeled “Start" and “Finish.”
Oooo can I do it? I ask him.
Of course. That is what it is for! I position myself at the start. Ready. Set. GO!
I take off and two steps later cross the finish line.
You won! he says. Yessssss what an accomplishment. Why does the world love me so much? Sometimes I just do not know.
This post is part of the Blue-Beta Blog Coordination, a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Confuzzled of I Keep Wondering, Gromit of The Dancing Newt, Redoubt of Redoubt Redux, Third Mango of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Yarjka of Sour Mayonnaise, and Xanthippe of Let’s Save Our Hallmark Moment. This week's theme: 'finished'.