Let it be known
Take note. The first time I thought about enrolling my future-munchkin in the Kids of Steel Triathlon, I was 33.5 weeks pregnant. I had not even seen if he was going to have hair yet or what size of swim cap the little gaffer was going to need. I just thought, what kid doesn't want to be the fastest? And what Type A mom doesn't want to grab her toddler by the armpits, drag him, coughing and sputtering, through the water, throw him onto a tricycle on which he cannot even reach the pedals, push him with his helmet falling crookedly over his eyes through a crowd of other similarly disoriented children on bicycles and then cheer as he hobbles with stiff, chubby toddler legs across the finish line?
You see, it's all about the children.