Last night, I was driving the kids home from soccer practice.
(Volvo driving soccer mom!)
Anyway. I asked Will how his practice was and he said “Bad. We lost our game.”
I replied that if I was sad every time I lost a race or a game, I’d be sad A LOT.
He turned to his friend and said:
“It’s true. My mom’s done a bunch of Ironmans and pretty much never wins.”
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