Pip and Phil made an awesome tank for their first ever Pinewood Derby. They worked hard on it but maybe went more for style than for speed. We thought it looked great and reflected about where Pip was in terms of his own level of effort and understanding. We went into it knowing a teaching moment about winning and losing would ensue. Teaching moment indeed.
The cars all lined up:
Pip, before reality hit.
Voting on best looking.
Everything is digital now. Pip was in track one to start...
then took third in his first race.
Hopeful.
This is priceless. You can see Pip trying to restrain his immense disappointment. The juxtaposition with seeing his good friend Jack win. Hard for a 6 year old to take. Sometimes even hard for Mommy if truth be told.
Watching from the sidelines.
Smiling after is harder.
The tank got thrown onto the floor when we got home. "Dad said I could do whatever I wanted with it when it was over". I was jostled and yelled at. Nothing was consoling my man. Finally he needed to chill out by himself for a bit. When he emerged from his room a few hours later he was able to talk it through and finally did call Jack for a congratulations. That turned into a playdate at Jack's. Even got some pointers for next year. Parenting is hard!
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