After dinner Russ and I had divvied up the chores (one of us had dish duty--one of us had kids-ready-for-bed duty). In full "mom mode" I said to Russ, "I'll race you!" After having said
all day, "I'll race you!" "I'll time you!" "Let's see how fast you can do it!" and "On your mark!...." it kind of just slipped out.
Russ looked at me and said, "I'm 31." Interpretation: I don't fall for tricks like that anymore.
Brecken, taking Russ's words as a boast, said, "Ha! Ha! Does he mean he's way faster than you?!" Interpretation: I thrive on falling for tricks like that.
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