Alexis is participating in middle school track. I'm relatively certain she keeps a hat filled with little slips of paper that list things I would never do and draws from the hat on occasion just to keep me on my toes. That's really the only explanation I have for why she would want to do the track thing.
Which, whatever. It will never be said that I only let that kid do the things I enjoy. It's quite the opposite, in fact.
She finally had her first meet, which WHY IS IT STILL SO COLD OUTSIDE? I feel like by the trime middle school track rolls around, spring is supposed to be making its presence known. It's madness that our weather blows so much lately. Despite the chill, I picked up Mila on my to watch some of the meet.
"Where are we going?" she asked. Apparently it's suspicious when I pick her up from daycare early.
"We're going to go watch Alexis run," I replied.
"But ... why?" Mila asked.
"We're going to cheer her on while she runs," I answered.
"No. Why would she run?" Mila clarified that her question wasn't regarding our presence, but rather Alexis' choice of activities.
The line of questioning went on for a while. Mila found it really quite ... DUMB that Alexis would purposely run in a circle. It was even dumber that she would jump over things while running (hurdles) and HOOBOY TRY AND EXPLAIN TRIPLE JUMP.
All the while, Mila kept saying things like, "But why would she run in circles?" and "That doesn't make sense," and "That doesn't sound fun at all."
At least one of my kids understands that the only reason to run is if a deranged bear armed with AK-47 and a knife is chasing you.
