So there's this smol child named Zachy, and he had an electric scooter. He wanted to have a race with my equally smol cousin Johanna, but she chose a manual bike. My brother and I both thought Zachy was going to win, but as soon as I said 'go,' Zachy starts going at like .08 miles per hour, slowly making it across the room whereas Johanna already made it. Oh, my goodness gracious, it was so funny. We left their house with stomach cramps.
I'd show you guys the video, but I don't know how to blur their faces. Sorry!
Peace and Love everyone, bye!