As Chad puts it - I get very competitive sometimes, but only about weird things. Weird, in his mind, perfectly logical in mine.
So Chad and I told the boys that we weren't going to worry too much about speed and would just come up with something creative. Chad painted the block of wood brown, glued some Hershey bars on top, and then part of a brick, which he covered in graham crackers and marshmallows, to make....a S'mores car of course. We put a little guy on top, to ride on the marshmallows and it was a cute little car. He did a great job and the boys thought it was pretty cool. We actually glued the axles on about ten minutes before leaving, grabbed the chili I had made, and rushed out the door. I remembered my camera as we were loading up, but didn't want to take the time to go get it. So this is the only picture I have of the car.
Ollie actually stole some bites of the marshmallows before it ever raced, and Colin dismantled and devoured it on our way home. You will just have to trust me when I say it was really cute.
When we got to the church, we raced our car against my parents' car and it almost beat it. This was very encouraging because, you see, my dad had taken one of those Levi-made cars I spoke of earlier, and had added some cute granny and grandpa Lego people. I knew it was fast.
When our first race came, our car "Let's win s'more" almost won.As it crashed into second place, the chocolate bars bounced off of the car to the floor, taking the graham-cracker covered brick with it. Luckily, someone had brought a hot glue gun, and they graciously let us use it to repair our car (Thank you Mumfords!).
The main competition was my parent's car, which was speeding through each lap, a car that simply had a can of pepsi taped to the top, and a car that was three cars hooked together by wires with the last car starting behind the finish line so it basically gave itself a five foot head start (not against the rules, but I have a feeling the rules might change to accompany that next year).
We came in a close second during our second race as well and the car again fell apart.
When it came to our third race, we knew that if we didn't win would we be out. Stunningly, our car zoomed into first and we were back in the game. My parents had won every race (which really put a smile on my Dad's face), so we both moved onto the semi-finals, where two cars were pitted against each other instead of three.
And guess who we were went up against?
My parents. We groaned that it wasn't fair to pit family against family as we put our car up at the starting place, knowing that theirs was faster than ours.
We gulped with shock as our car whizzed past theirs to the finish line.
At this point, I picked up our car, which we needed to glue back together once again, and noticed that although the brick had started out slightly behind the back axle, Chad must had glued it back on slightly in front of the back axle after our second race, giving it a different balance and just the momentum it needed to become speedier.
This happy little accident had put us into the final race. It was our clunky, falling apart s'mores car against the head-start car, whose owner had put hours of planning and work in. I heard a few of the young men chanting "s'mores s'mores s'mores" as they let the car go. I wished I had my camera, but happily someone in our ward captured it on video. Ours is the one on the left. See if you can call the winner:
Tough call? Here is a photo finish (thank you Brother Bower!):
It was quite the moment for the Coleman boys. It was the perfect Father's Day weekend moment, really. I don't think Colin stopped talking about it for two days and there was much discussion over who the trophy belongs to (Mom and Dad ruled that it was a family victory and thus a family trophy.)
We will have to come back even stronger next year to defend the title ;o)