The Need for Speed

I think we have a future racecar driver on our hands. 

Tonight, when I was herding the girls to their bath, Susie raced toward the gate at the bottom of the stairs and strong-armed her sister into the wall to be in a prime position for the ascent.  Once I picked up a whimpering Becky and scolded a jubilant Susie, I opened the gate and Susie muscled her way through and got her favorite position by the left side of the stairs (the inside track), so she could turn the corner at the landing with the most speed. 

Susie: “I’m WAITING, Becky.  Get a move on!” 

Susie (on left): “Hey, slow poke.  What’s taking you so long?”

Becky (on right): “I had to stop and smile for the camera.  It’s not all about winning, you know.  It’s about making friends along the way.”

Susie (on left): “Eat my dust.”