This morning, Jack and I were talking about "Mommy's big race" that is coming up, also known as the Quad Cities Marathon.
Jack: Can I run the race with you, Mommy?
Me: No, this one I need to run by myself.
Jack: But I really want to run it with you.
Me: I do need you to cheer for me. You'll do that, right? How are you going to cheer for me?
Jack (forlornly): gomommygo.
Me: What? Is that what it's going to sound like?
Jack: I'm just sad because I want to run with you, Mommy.
Then I reminded him that he is running a race the day before my big race, and that if he wants to, he can run it all by himself.
Me: So, what do you think? Do you want me to run the race with you?
Jack: No. I am going to run it with Daddy and Uncle Andy. You can hold my tigers.
Dude is totally trying to make me feel bad.