We can’t go anywhere these days without awarding all sorts of medals.
“Gold! Silver! Bronze!” Manchild declares as we each make our way down the front steps.
“Gold! Silver! Bronze!” as we reach the corner.
“Gold! Silver! Bronze!” as we step onto the sidewalk after crossing the street.
Unfortunately, I never get a medal. I’m always in 4th place, since I wear the baby in front. She always just edges me out for bronze.
One day I will reclaim my competitive edge and show all these young upstarts what the old mom can actually do. But until then I’m just going to take it easy and revel in the fact that we get to experience the thrill of the Olympic victory (or the agony of defeat) over and over and over and over again.