They spent all day at a track meet up at Davis.
They had to be at the school to get on the bus at 6:15 am.
It rained here all day, and I texted up there several times during the day and I was told I am wet but ok.
Logan had a tent and a sleeping bag and he was hanging out in with his friends.
Jake had a hat and a coat and was coaching.
At the end of the day Kim and I were in the family room. We hear the front door open and close. Noone comes into our area. Logan had come in and went straight downstairs. I figured he had to use the bathroom and we would see him soon.
About 10 minutes later we hear the door open and close again. This time Jake came in and into our room we were in.
We ask how did it go? Jake is snacking out of his hand while walking around and around the island in the kitchen.
He says, "I felt so bad for him. He waited all day to run and then when it was his turn to run the 4 X 400, they scratched his team."
Wait....screech.....Jake felt sorry for someone??? I don't think I have heard these words before......