HURRY MOMMY!! WE GOTTA WIN!!!!

Tuesday morning on the way to daycare, this is what james exclaimed to me as we approached the corner where we turn to get there.
A little background info first......there is a lady who drops off her daughter in the mornings right at 6 AM when we get there....we are ALWAYS the first two moms there dropping off every single morning. And there is a covered drop off area that you can pull under to get the kiddos out and inside, and not get rained on, etc.
Well this lady drives a big ole white Ford truck, and it is a DIESEL...sorry to any of you reading this that own a diesel, but I HATE DIESEL vehicles, they are STINKY!!!
One morning I made the comment of oh great, she beat us again...the stinky diesel...as she parked under the covered area. My gripe with her doing this is that when she leaves...she starts her engine..sits there doing who knows what for a minute or so, all the while her stinky diesel exhaust accumulates there under the covered area...then I walk out and it smacks me in the face and I choke...BLECH!!!
I did not realize that when I said this a while back that James apparently heard me and remembered it!
Fast forward now to Tuesday morning..turning the corner on to the street where the daycare is.....that white truck has just turned the corner in front of us.
James sees it..and yells GO MOMMY!! HURRY MOMMY!! WE GOTTA WIN!! BEAT THE STINKY TRUCK!
Well anyone that knows me, knows that I never back down from a race.....so I assessed the situation in that split second, and this is what I came up with.
There are three driveways to the daycare, as it is at a church/private christian school with the daycare attached to it. The stinky white truck always turns in the last driveway nearest the entrance to the daycare.
So James and I quickly turn into the FIRST driveway, and I am hauling BUTT across the parking lot, in the dark, at a church! Im sure Iwill get struck down for this....but hey,like I said, throw me a racing challenge and I am your girl...so here we are, doing like 30-35 in the empty parking lot......and guess what! WE BEAT THE STINKY TRUCK!!! YES!!! all the while I have James watching the truck on the main street still , yelling to me GO MOMMY! GO MOMMY!!!
Well as we approached the covered area well in the lead, I slow down to not make it look like I was racing her to the entrance, in case she was wondering what the heck my deal was....I pull up under the cover and James leaps out of his seat, grabs his backpack and throws open the van door....scrambles up the steps and yells HOORAY!!! WE WON MOMMY!!! Oh great.........right as the lady and her kid pull up and start to get out..I shush James and loudly say (hoping they hear me and not him)...come on James, lets go in, Mommy cant be late today.......while inside I am DYING LAUGHING at the entire thing...and James Hi-Fives me as we walk down the hallway inside..........
I dropped him off inside and immediately called Freddy who was on his way to the vanpool...and told him the story and had him dying laughing too!
Can say without a doubt, that racing is in James' blood thank GOD!!! The boy may look like his daddy (as EVERYONE is quick to point out constantly) but he obviously has his momma's racing blood in him.....THAT'S MY BOY!!!!!!!! :)