the moosh was invited by one of her little friends to Carb Day at the Indy track today. (Where carb refers to carburetor NOT the carbs in beer. WHOOPS. Naive? I am. However there is massive beer consumption, or so I hear. *ahem*)
I was excited to hear her report upon her return. I mean, hello? Dozens of cars headed straight for you at 225 miles per hour! Fast turns! LIKE THE PISTON CUP BUT IN REAL LIFE! What four year old wouldn’t LOVE THAT?
When she walked in the door I asked “How was it!? What did you see!?”
“None of the other boys wore shirts. Ewww.”
Ah yes. The day my daugther learned about rednecks and race fans.
And I wasn’t even there.