Like Father, Like Son...

I was walking home with my son today from his second day of 1st grade.  He was telling how much he loved the lunch I made for him and how he wants me to make his lunch everyday.

I see a lot of myself in my son.  At his age (and even now) it was never easy for me to just go up to people and make new friends.  I was always the kid that just kind of walked around and wished lunch time would go by a little faster and that recess wasn't so long.  Brandon seems to have inherited my same social skills.  We both aren't what you would call "social butterflies."

I asked Brandon what he did after he finished his amazing lunch that I made for him.  He told me, "Dad, I had such a good time today!! I ran a race!!!"

I asked him who he raced and he told me, "I raced myself.  I ran laps on the grass all recess."

As much as I hope that my son never feels as socially awkward as I tend to, I have to admit... it's cool knowing that he loves running.

As we walked into our little gated community, Brandon looked at me feet and said "I hope those are your fast shoes!!" Then he took off running to the house.

...and I didn't let him win, he beat me all on his own. But, in my own defense... I did run 100 miles just a few days ago. My legs are still tired.