One of the things it's hard to get used to with kids is "incremental information." You'll hear about something again and again, and then suddenly new details unexpectedly arrive.
For instance, just before Lauren turned 2, she got her finger caught in the door of a changing table at daycare (purely accidental). The nail turned black, and it must have hurt like blazes. She brought it up frequently:
Lauren: Changing table owie. I cried.
Then one day about 3-4 weeks later, I got a different version:
Lauren: Changing table owie. Have a cookie, get a bandaid.
Now, when Christopher changed schools (for an advanced learning program), his new school had this program with Kaiser where the kids in grades 1-3 would train by running laps throughout the Fall and then finish by doing the 3K "fun run" part of the California International Marathon in early December. Their total distance, between training and that final run, was 26.2 miles. Awesome!
In second grade, this went great. He ran with a friend and the friend's Dad, and had a lot of fun. Third grade was different: he came back from the event grumbling that people ran too slowly and he couldn't get past them, and police cars along the way had their doors open and he couldn't get around those either.
I thought that was the end of it until about 3 months afterward, when a photo of the event came home from the classroom, showing Christopher looking as pissed-off as I've ever seen him:
I'd forgotten that, because of the age of the kids, they had to run with partners. That sweet little blond-haired boy is about a head shorter than Christopher and not much of a runner, and that was who Christopher was paired with. So his real source of frustration probably wasn't the crowds or the cars, it was that he wasn't allowed to outrun the other boy.
Right now, Christopher can run two miles in under 15 minutes (faster than me!), so we're talking major irritation on top of an already ultra-competitive personality.
And yet, that picture just cracks me the hell up. Photos don't lie!