“I deserve the extra juice box!” shouted little Timmy.
“No, I do, you poopie head!” retorted little Johnny with his sharp-as-a-whip sense of facts and logic.
The two boys were in a school cafeteria, and they were playing tug of war with the extra box of “Happy Smiles Fun Juice, with all-new Purple Flavor.”
“I deserve it because I am cute.” Little Timmy gave a compelling case.
“Well, I can burp my ABCs.” An even more compelling argument from little Johnny,
“Well, my heartbeat is faster than yours.”
“Nuh ah, mine is.”
“No, mine is.”
“No, mine is.”
“Oh yeah, prove it!” shouted an innocent bystander, unaware of the grand phenomena he had set in motion.
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“Heartbeat race! Heartbeat race!” chanted the forming groups of children.
Thus, on that fateful day, the heartbeat Olympics began.
Which of the two contestants will win the extra box of “Happy Smiles Fun Juice, with all-new Purple Flavor,” little Timmy or little Johnny? Which child will prove he is more of a sedentary nerd? Stay tuned to find out.
The preschool jocks loaned little Timmy and little Johnny something called a “Fidbid.” It was like a watch, but it didn’t have any pictures of dinosaurs or Mickey Mouse, as little Johnny astutely called out.
“It doesn’t have any pitchers of dinosaurs or Mickey Mouse.” Another lightning-quick retort by little Johnny.
These Fidbids were, however, supposed to read heartbeats, as little Timmy stated.
“These Fidbids are, however, usposed to read heart racing.” A little too slow on the punch from little Timmy.
“Fight, fight, fight!” came a war cry. It was the lunch lady, and she somehow had war paint on.
Little Timmy and little Johnny sat at the corners of the lunch table. Their all-expenses-paid trip to the land of happy smile fun juice sat ominously between the two. The stakes were high. It would be a whole day before they could have more of the purple-flavored fun juice.
Matthew who liked math stepped up in a referee uniform.
“We have seven minutes of lunchtime left, so if you carry the seven, subtract the nine, and do the two plus the two, you should have… uh, fish.”
The crowd was roaring. Little Timmy and little Johnny put on the Fidbids, and then they were off.