The kids have been begging us all summer long to drive go-karts at a track nearby. We planned to go earlier in the summer, but the day we were going to go just didn't work out.
So we waited until August to go when it's nice and toasty outside.
Because nothing says I love you better than taking three kids to a hot asphalt go-kart track in South Texas when it's 100 degrees, in the shade!
That's what I thought.
As we were heading out the door, I noticed my husband was wearing closed toe shoes, which is odd for him considering he lives in flip flops when he's not working. I asked him about the shoes and he said, "Serious go-karting calls for serious footwear."
I replied with, "But I'm wearing flip flops."
His response? "I guess you'll be coming in 2nd place on the go-kart track."
Since when did go-karting become serious competition with place awards being given? Apparently when the boys in the family are involved and they are sitting behind any kind of steering wheel.
I went back and changed my shoes.
At the race track we took turns driving on the Family Track where the adult drives and a child (of almost any age or size) sits next to the adult and uses a pretend steering wheel.
My husband was prepared for 1st place, at any cost. Which child was in on it with him? Our daughter, of course. She is so much like her daddy. When she was asked how she wanted to drive, she replied, "Fast." Not so with the boys. The oldest is like me, cautious, analytical. (At the bowling alley the other day he, out of the blue, asked me if he should be concerned about getting foot fungus from the shoes. Poor kid, I can relate.) The boys did not want to go as fast as possible.
The first picture is of my husband and daughter. What's that you say? It looks blurry? That's because they were speeding past everyone on their quest for "1st Place". Let me mention just a couple of things that were taking place during that blurry picture.
1. They were passing a sweet but startled mother and her 18 month old child.
2. There were only 5 cars on the entire track that time, most were mothers with children under the age of 2
What can I say? He's my husband and I love him.
We managed to stay outside for about 30 minutes until everyone collectively melted down from the heat.
Then we went inside to the air-conditioned game room and spent a small fortune on video games. Take care, Julie
One more thing: The second picture is just a testament to proper go-karting foot apparel.