So, I took David to a doctor’s appointment yesterday afternoon. Scott wanted to come along also, so the three of us set out. We ended up running a little late because I got a bit lost so we got there about 5 minutes late. Rather than waiting for the elevator we just ran up the one flight of stairs. Both boys were ahead of me, should-to-shoulder on the narrow staircase. About two steps from the top they simultaneously threw themselves down on the stairs creating a blockade (nearly tripping me in the process) and refused to move. Why, you might ask? (as I did a bit impatiently). Well, my kids patiently explained to me in a sing-songy voice: “First is worst, second is best, third is the one with the treasure chest.” The end result is that I was the worst. I have no idea who got the treasure chest, but I totally deserve a piece of that action after my death-defying leap over two prone children.