Kids really do think that their parents are superheroes and boy what a letdown it is to know they are really aren't. 

I try and run a race every year, a half-marathon, usually, to help me stay fit. However, almost no one takes it literally to mean a 'race' - as in someone is trying to win. Other than the Kenyans, of course. And Aroma. She was pretty excited that I was running and obviously assumed that I was going to win. She made a poster urging me to do exactly that. I wasn't sure how to communicate to her that just dragging my old ass across the finish line was a "win" enough for me. 

As the race progressed, she waited for me and saw others cross the finish-line with me nowhere in site. She sadly informed her mom that "Daddy didn't win!". After I managed to complete the race she asked me point-blank why I was so slow and why everyone else was running faster than me. Why could I not run faster? What was I waiting for?

It was a good question. I, as usual, had no response. Other than to hug her.

From Week#210 of the 300-week photo project.