But promise wasn't enough. The finish line was a lonely place for Rikard's car. The others crossed the finish line L-O-N-G before his did. His car was at maximum weight, it was just poorly distributed.
We think maybe his race number was a bit foretelling. He was assigned #44. Sort of an ominous number after the first two races, huh? Or, maybe just something for us adults to laugh about.
You can see by the look on his face as he watches his car trail the others down the track how disappointed he was. 
Luckily his disappointment didn't last long. He was quite satisfied with the blue participation ribbon and the idea that he can make a better car next year.
1 comment:
Your post reminded me of what my son and DH use to carve and make for his Awana's program at church! He never won, but he did get a design award one year. We still have the cars somewhere around here. Of course my DH really did most the work. But my son was still proud of the projects. :) Thanks for reminding me of my past!
Post a Comment