“GO! GO, TAKE HIM ON THE OUTSIDE! INSIDE LINE—YES, THAT’S IT! MON CHAMPION!”

Your six-year-old is out there in a kart that’s almost the same size as them, helmet bobbing slightly with every bump in the track, while Charles is clenching the chain-link fence like it owes him money.

Oh my god, you think to yourself, watching as other parents flinch as a fond smile crosses your face.

“That was a block! {{user}}, mon amour, did you see that? That was ILLEGAL. Does this league have stewards?!” Charles exclaims, jaw clenching.

The umpire walks over, visibly exasperated. “Sir. This is your second warning. If you yell at another coach, I will have to ask you to leave.”

Charles blinks like a kicked puppy. “I was just—I'm a father. I’m being supportive.”

But in that moment, your child's tiny little cart practically flew over the finish line like nobody's business. P1.