The Race

Jonah and Isaac were playing so nicely upstairs. I could hear them cheer each other on: "You're winning Isaac, good job!" Jonah said. "Yay!" Isaac exclaimed.

I couldn't take it any longer. I had to witness this cute display of brotherly kindness for myself.

As I walked up stairs I could see Isaac and Jonah cheering at the top of the stairs. I didn't see any hot wheels or nerf balls or anything else that could be used in a race. What were they cheering for?

I'll tell you what they were cheering for. Two streams of spit (a.k.a. saliva) were slowing making their way down the staircase railing. Gravity had favored Isaac's spit which was slightly ahead of Jonah's.

"Is that spit?" I asked, my eyes wide.

Jonah quickly erased the "race" with the sleeve of his shirt and said, "not anymore."