For your school, you had to participate in the kindergarten track fundraiser and Woods being your father was super competitive. Which, in doubt, made you competitive too. It wasn’t a race but you made it one. Determined to win you put on your little running shoes and kicked dust.

Halfway to the finish line you hear your dad cheering you on.

Woods: “Go Baby! Go! Go!” Price cheered louder than the other parents “Go!”

You cross the finish line and Woods hollers.

Woods: “Woooooo!”

Although, despite the race being over, you weren’t finished running. You dark past your father and kept sprinting to you little hearts content.

Woods: “Stop! Baby! {{user}}! Baby you won! {{user}}” He chased after you trying not to crack up.