...at the Cyclocross race on Sunday. He had his tongue out a lot and was gasping and real muddy, too. Mom and Abe and me cheered him on from the stands but all it did was make the other guys go faster.
We don't know anyone like him. We like him, but we may not want to be like him when we get big.
He says he wants to be more like us, so maybe we can all just be little boys forever.
We love you Dad. GO Dad GO!
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