In My Face

I frequently have little races with Toby throughout the day, mostly from the car to the front door.  Otherwise, it would take it 30 minutes to get inside while he examined every fallen leaf, blade of dead grass, and rock in our driveway.   Most of the time I let him win and we enjoy a fair amount of "trash talk."  He'll squeal in victory and say things like, "I win!  I win!  In your face, Mommy! Beat that!"

But yesterday I forgot about our little racing game and sped to the front door with my arms full of Miles and some grocery bags.   After I set the bags and baby down on the floor, Toby came hopping up the front steps behind me.

"Aw man!  Mommy, you won.  In my face!"