family stats and records

BEEP BEEP
"get in the car! we're going to be late!"
henry ran down the hill and jumped into the car.
"mom, am I as fast as aunt rose?"
"uhhh..." i stalled, trying to find the best way to tell him he doesn't have a good chance at being fast. chris says we're deceptively slow.
"com'on henry," samantha reminded him "aunt rose can run 17 miles per hour."
i had already told them the story about the time when we clocked rose on the 2 mile run across la vista and back- if I'm not mistaken it was the prized possession plymouth duster. for being a duster, that thing sure was dusty. for the record she didn't run the complete route at 17 mph, just about a 20 yard stretch before you hit the curve and the yellow house.
"well," henry said. "at least i have a bigger mouth than aunt margaret."
that involves our dear sister who loves research trying to see how many grapes she could fit in her mouth. her record was broken in brooklyn this past august. he narrowly beat her by one grape with a count of 17.
that's some consolation prize boy.