He's a winner. I'm a loser.

Last weekend the Young Women in our ward put on a carnival in the neighborhood.

The kick-off event was a children's biathlon. 

Both of our boys were pumped to participate in the race.

Henry kept saying that he hoped he would win.  We all know he's very competitive 

and gets very upset when he loses.  So, I prepped him to lose.  I told him that there were a lot of people

participating and that he should do his very best and have fun but that he probably wouldn't win.

I then told him how I've ran quite a few races and have never won, but I've always had fun (well, mostly).

We then sent them off on their bikes to get ready to race.

At the starting line...

Racers are ready...

And they're off...

Happy to be in the lead...

Happy to be doing the same thing as his big brother for once...

Headed for the finish line...

The finish line was a slip and slide...

Henry ran back to me to report that indeed he had won the race.

I felt like a loser.  I just coached my kid to lose and he won.  He proved me wrong.

Maybe he didn't get my running speed, or maybe he was the only kid that left his helmet on to run back.

Who knows.

They were both glad to have done the race...

We enjoyed the rest of the carnival, especially the face painting...