For the first time ever,

I didn’t have a bet on the Melbourne Cup. I am ethically opposed to horse racing, but growing up, my dad used to take me to the races, and he usually puts on a bet for me.

Today I was driving home from an appointment with a wedding couple when the race was on, and I didn’t have time to put on a bet. Pick a number, I thought to myself, just before the race started.

Squishy and I have been playing “guess the number” on long car trips, so I immediately thought of him, and how my little guy wasn’t going to be three for much longer.

“Three”, I said to myself.

It was much, much later that I realised that the winner was actually number three!