I am on another unexpected trip to Ulaanbaatar. I drove some friends down here to help them get a student visa and to help Sharon to pick up her twin sister at the airport. Peter is at home with the kids because his classes are over.
Peter wrote this to me in a message...
Hi Becca, I'm going to bed. Drive safe to the airport. so I was just laughing at one of my conversations for the day.
Weston asked me, "can I run faster than Randal?" I ignored him, he asked again "Do you think I can run faster than Randal?" "Whose Randal?" I replied. "From Monsters In." He answered. "OH, yeah you can run faster than him." I said, hoping it would dissuade any fear of Randal catching him. Then he says "Why?"
"What do you mean why?"
"Why can I run faster than Randal?
How do you answer that question...Why can you run faster than a make believe disappearing 6 legged salamander that's 6 foot tall...
"You just can, you're a fast runner." That seemed to satisfy Weston and he went on to talk about running faster than Randal for quite a long time.
Anyway, remembering it made me laugh. Love you good night.
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I've read this story twice! Love you.
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