What a packed day. Nicco ran the first race of his life, and I had so much fun watching him. There is little as cute as a bunch of three to five year-old children engaged in a relay race. The things they come up with—like the kid who did the entire bean bag leg of the race (bean bag on the head, arms out) with his head bent forward. The bean bag kept sliding of course, but no amount of coaching from teacher or parent could persuade that little boy to change his mind and lift his head up. That was the way he was going to run and that was it.

Going fast

I have also discovered that Nicco is fast, very fast. I always knew he could run—he started to run practically on the same day he started to walk—but hadn’t realised just how fast he could go until I saw him alongside other small children. That said, he hardly took off like the wind when his team mate handed him the baton (or rather, the ring). He stood stock still for a while, waiting and waiting for the teacher to signal he could start running. Clearly, he is not very clear on the rules of a relay race!