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Participant: a Play by Play
May 7th, 2008
We had been talking to The Son and Toady McGuire Fog Fog Huckablog about the Toad Races for two weeks, they were excited just to get to participate, yet gloating/croaking in their chances of victory.
The Son was in the very first kid/toad race of the festival. He flirted with the Going to Miss America beauty queen in the line-up, and showed remarkable restraint when looking at his competition’s toads. He was confident in the speed abilities of his country toad he found at his Gigi and Pappaw’s house, and inwardly mocked all the fat, spoiled, suburban toads.
Getting ready for the big race by doing the Toady-Woady. It has a striking resemblance to the Hokey-Pokey. Toady McGuire is in his box wondering when the torture will end.
At the starting line. I am whispering instructions in his ear, The Son ignores me. That is the way it should be, I do not want to be a stage…um…mat mom.
Midrace: Toady McGuire is obviously not doing real well, he has moved less than a foot. I try to help by pounding the ground behind him. The Son Screams EAAAHHAERH FOG! FOG! APPY! Toady seems less then inspired by our efforts.
Not pictured: Where The Son Picked him up and chunked him half way down the lane.
The Son and Toady came in last, darn toad never even crossed the finish line. They were still very proud of their participant ribbon. I was very proud of them. Well, at least the one who did not pee in my hand.
After the race we gave Toady to the Toad Master so that he could be loaned to kids who had not found their own toad. If he survived the weekend being shouted at by kids then he was released at a local creek on Monday. There are still a few live crickets in the aquarium, I am hoping The Husband deals with that soon.
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Yeah, it was a blast…I’m proud of The Son for his valiant effort at chasing what might possibly have been the laziest toad I’ve ever seen across an astroturf mat towards even more screaming people (can’t blame the toad, I would have frozen too).
In regards to the crickets…..heh…well……I believe I said it best when I named the toad: “Whatever, you are handling this”
Hey You if you didn’t mind touching a toad, then I don’t know why a few crickets bother you. Let the Son release them outside. Fun for all!
Oh, and when I get off work tonight, I’ll delete my cube post. FYI: It was more informative than rant, but whatever. You may be right, and I wouldn’t want to jeopardize my job. Later.
Oh, and the Son is precious in his toad racing outfit. Sorry you didn’t win. I’m surprised you remembered it long enough to blog about it (hahaha). But, to be honest, the earlier they learn that they won’t always win the better. Plus he also learned that all that really matters (at his age anyway) is that you try hard and have a good time! Yea for competition. Down with sports that don’t have real winners and losers!!! Kids need to learn how to lose gracefully.
now some poor other kids might have had to race with poor Toady. Of course maybe being thrown down the lane made the toad think twice next time about not racicng down the lanes.
Well, good job to TheSon and to Toady where ever he may be.