Fleet of Feet

Dominic has spent a lot of years living in the shadow of FDPG. First it was because she was the only one who could understand his grumps, grunts, and snorts, then it was because she was the only one patient enough to actually endure some of his more, err, stubborn moments. And when she started reading and writing and learning foreign languages and getting into really complicated stuff at a very early age all he could do was watch her. Well, that and slug her every now and then for making him frustrated. Maybe yell at her a bit. Sneak candy out of her Halloween basket. Ask her for teeny tiny tastes of her ice cream then take a whacking great bite.

Fast forward 3 years.

We've joined a homeschool Track and Field group, and lo and behold but Dominic has discovered that he can do something FDPG can't: he can run really fast. He's almost always at the front of the pack, way way in front of the pack. It's kind of funny to see, really, because he's shorter than most of the other kids (we hail from the race of Short People) yet he runs like the Road Runner (but I don't tell him that because I don't think he'd know what I was talking about).

Meep meep.