Today, my little brother came home with his first pair of shoes for cross country (from our favorite running shoe supplier DeBoer's!) and his uniform. I'm excessively excited. In my enthusiasm, I asked my brother how practice was going. He said that there was a group of fast runners, medium-paced runners, and slow runners and he was in the medium-paced. I was fairly impressed (seeing as how he rebuffed my offers to go running with me all summer and sat on the couch instead). Then he said, "But all the slow runners are girls."
To which I replied, "So you're a slow man."
"Yes, but I'm not the slowest."
"Are you the slowest man?"
"No, the team mascot is slower."
Biggest laugh of the day, and I'd even watched two episodes of The Office, so that's saying something.
