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My father, George Sr., saw the race as an opportunity to reassert his dominance over our neighbor, Agent Jefferies of the FBI. It was a classic territorial dispute over a Weber grill that escalated into a footrace. Adult males are fascinatingly primitive.

The first law of cake was broken when my father cut a slice before the official post-race cooling period. The second law was broken when my mother declared the remaining cake would be the prize for the race winner. A non-caloric incentive. It was brilliant in its cruelty. A simple carbohydrate became a dopamine trap. young sheldon s01e22 m4a

Later, as I cleaned my glasses, my mother sat next to me on the couch. She smelled like sweat and antiseptic. My father, George Sr

We crossed the finish line last. My father won the race, but immediately ate the cake out of spite so Agent Jefferies couldn’t have it. This was a pyrrhic victory. He then had to lie down for forty-five minutes. The first law of cake was broken when