Mommys and daddys too

The other day Quin and I were sitting down for lunch, and I was telling him how I had just met “Bev” for a run.
“You run on the track, Mama?”
“No. I ran on the roads. I have a big race (the Big Sur Half) coming up on the roads.”
Silence for a moment, and then Quin asked, “You get hit by a car, Mama?”
“No, thankfully, the cars aren’t allowed on the road while we are racing.”
Again, I could tell the wheels were turning, and he asked another question. “Other mommys running?”
“Yep,” I said, “and daddy’s too.”

What's for dinner mom?

My friend, Janice, was not an avid runner, but had decided to enter a local 5k for fun. Her husband and two daughters were out there near the end to cheer her on. As she crested a final hill, her family spotted her and she could see her daughters jumping up and down, getting pretty excited. Just as she got close, her youngest shouted, “ Mom! Mom!....What’s for dinner!” Caught up in the excitement, she had just shouted the first thing that popped in her head. I am not sure what Janice replied, but hopefully, it was a “Ask your Father!”