So my two daughters ran a sprint triathlon. A triathlon is sorta’ like Woodstock but with protein bars instead of drugs. I od’d on the kumbayas. There’s so much talk about self empowerment that I od’d on the kumbaya.

Every duo that finished together held hands or raised their arms together. My two daughters are finishing together. The announcer is announcing the two sisters coming to the finish line. People are cheering “You go, girls” and things like that.

Ten yards before the finish line my older daughter turns around and pushed her little sister backwards so she could win the race. And then my youngest sprays her sister with the water bottle.

That’s the photo of them crossing the finish line.

No kumbayas there. I was proud.