Last week I had an event. My small son won two distric races run. It was very exited. One race was the 400m length and the other was 50m length.

The first one, the longer, he won the third place and in the 50m he won the first place. All of us were exited because we didn't think that he could win. We know that he is very speed but  he had never run a race.

The most interesting in the event was that when he won the 400m race, he told me "mom I arrived the third" and I told him very sweet  "no darling, you almost arrive the third but you arrive the fourth, I am sorry". He insisted and insisted but I was sure that other boy had arrived before him. Finally I convinced him about he was wrong.

We continue looking for the next race because it was a little bit disrupted while we were eating some hot dogs. After some minutes the organization began to give the medals for the firsts races. Suddenly they called Pablo (my son) and  he looked at me very angry and told me seriously "I told you !". I was very happy for him, but I felt horrible because for a while I had destroyed his illusion. When he was on the tribune he was telling me all time "I told you, I told you, I told you", but (thanks of god) he was laughing. He has good sense of humor.

The second race was the short one. How he had received the medal from the first race, it gave him forces to run this second race. This race was so quick that I hadn't time to take photos. In this race was clear his victory so he didn't stop to run when the race finished until he arrived to me and told me "now I was the first, could you see it?" Whole family laugh together and went to take the "gold" medal.