Tonight, I took my competitiveness to an all time low.
So, Ethan was chillin in the toy room, and I went in to check on him. He asked me to take down his Tonka backhoe that he hasn’t played with since last Christmas. I took it down, sat on the floor and watched him pick up crayons with it.
All of a sudden, I had the greatest idea ever!
“Ethan! Stay right here, I’ve got an idea!”
I went running down the hall into the kitchen, opened up the cabinet and grabbed a bag of pinto beans. I ran back to the toy room and shouted “LOOK! You can pick up beans!”
I dumped the bag of beans on the floor, and realized he would need something to dump the beans into, so I ran back to the kitchen to grab a Tupperware container.
He was set.
Scooping beans with a motorized back ho is so much fun!
I wanted to try it so bad, but he was having too much fun. I ran and got Tony and told him to watch Ethan and how “good he was at picking up beans.”
This was a very proud moment for Tony, he used to be a backhoe operator and to see his son scooping up piles of beans with such skill was one of those moments a father dreams about.
Anyway… I had the second best idea ever!
“Let’s have a competition! We each get one turn to scoop up beans and dump them, whoever picks up the most beans wins!”
Ethan got all excited, but not nearly as excited as I was, because I was going to beat Tony at what he did best! (Operating a backhoe!) Only it wasn’t dirt we were picking up, it was beans. Beans off of the carpet.
Ethan went first.
He got 78.
Tony went second. He got 148.
I went next.
You should have seen MY pile of beans. I was sure I had won.
140, 141, 142, 143, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh SHIT. 144!
“Let’s play again!”
“NO MOMMY! I WAS PICKING UP BEANS FIRST, NOW YOU AND DADDY ARE TAKING OVER!!!!”
“One more time, please, I want to beat daddy!”
Of course, Tony couldn’t stop laughing and teasing me. “You’re so competitive, think about it, you’re mad because you DIDN’T PICK UP AS MANY BEANS AS I DID!”