Life has become slightly fuller for us...let's just say the Pinewood Derby came up without notice...aka...we forgot. The morning of the derby I told Taylor of our error and that he'd have to race his old car. He decided he'd rather not race at all. I dropped him off at school and felt that motherly guilt that seems to drive me too often, and decided to try to make a new one. One problem...I don't cut wood... and didn't know if Dave would be home in time to help. So I did some research (of course, not about how to cut wood) and found a place that sells pre-cut pinewood cars. Hallelujah! After school Taylor and I got to work. He sanded it, painted it, assembled it, and attached weights to the bottom. I had high hopes...I knew we wouldn't win, but I kinda wanted to. Well, sadly I overlooked one detail...graphite. Our last ward provided it at the race, but not the case here. No one shared. :( So I'd like to blame Taylor's 18 out of 20 ranking on the fact that we didn't have that black powder of magic. Oh well, we tried...and I am free of that nagging motherhood guilt. I feel bad that I dropped the ball, but this is our real life. This is why Dad's do this kind of stuff.
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Mom guilt is the best motivator sometimes. Nice last minute job!
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