Are three legs really better than two?

Hey what's the point of having a blog of your own if you can't use it for a few bragging rights. My 7-soon-to-be-8 year old boy won his three-legged race with his friend on Wednesday at the school sports day. To win was great but what amazed me was they made it look so easy - literally it was a walk in the park for them. They got their rhythm together and were clearly simpatico when it came to tri-walking. They stormed ahead.

On the other hand his mother did not fair so well. Yes, fellow blog readers, I entered the parents' three legged race. I blame Joy (of knitting fame). She made the mistake of making eye contact with the teacher who was rallying for entrants. She said yes. I was stood next to her. I was urged to follow. We had an inkling it would all go pear-shaped when we saw the other parents, who I might add had enthusiastically joined in, limbering up and not just walking with three legs but running...nay...sprinting along in practice.

Off we set. Off we limped. Off we laughed. Indeed we couldn't move very fast for giggling plus there was that little problem with limb coordination especially when one leg isn't yours. It didn't help that we were choking on the dust created by the other competing parents, dashing down the field. We came last, dear friends. I'm told by other watching parents that we were very funny. Ah well.

My children did speak to me when I picked them up from school. They didn't seem too traumatised by the happening. My daughter had also enjoyed herself jumping her heart out in the relay sack race. Thank goodness there was no parents' sack race. I have to go now as I'm meeting Joy out on the playing fields shortly to perfect our technique for next year -  that's if we can stop laughing which I very much doubt.