Yesterday, my son and I were driving home from an event at the same time.  We said goodbye to each-other in the parking lot and we agreed that we would reconvene our discussion about what size kickers he wants in his car when we got home.  He left in his car.  I left in mine.

As I headed west on Addison towards Blue Lakes, I caught his headlights out of the corner of my left eye.  He was passing me.  (For the record:  My lane was putting along at about 25.  He wasn't speeding)

I didn't think much of it at first until he cut in front of me and headed North on Elm, right by Wells Fargo.  Then, it dawned on me.  "This Joker is trying to BEAT ME HOME!" 

I don't know that I've ever felt the need to compete against my son.  He would win anyway.  He's better looking and way more athletic than I'll ever be.  I'm not sure what happened but something inside me wanted to win.  I was dammed if I was going to let him get home before me.  I'm older.  I'm smarter (That's debatable) and I have 8 cylinders to his 4.  By the time I convinced myself that I was being ridiculous, I found myself cutting through Jimmy Johns parking lot so I could hit Blue Lakes without having to wait out the light.

Long story short, I would up stuck behind a 2J and a 4C and there was no going around them.  I was going to lose the race.  I knew Cade had taken the smarter route and he beat me fair and square.

When I got home I pretend as if there was no "race".  I had taken my time getting home because that was my plan all along.  It didn't bother me in the least that Cade had been home long enough to park his car, enter the house, get a drink from the fridge, turn on the TV and sit smiling with his feet up.

Apparently, there are a few of you who share a little bit of a competitive relationship with your kids.

Here's what you had to say on The Morning Show Today.

Am I alone, here?  And I'm not sure why but it seems just a little messed up.  It seems just a little bit backwards that a grown man will abandon reason and turn an every day trip into a race home.