I was not prepared for the mother-daughter race that turned into carnage as one mum almost dragged her daughter along the course to be first. (Let's just say she must have really, really wanted that medal from the pound shop).
There appears to be a parental shift when it comes to Sports Day. We are all smiles at drop off and pick ups at the pre-school gates. But the words race and three legged appear to cause competitiveness and the desire to win like no other.
And I am not immune to it.
I like to consider myself a pretty relaxed mama the majority of the time. But the intensity of the Day of Sports did not pass me by. Just because I was pregnant and not racing did not mean I was silent on the sidelines. Oh no. My inner fish wife voice was released, and as my daughter ran her race, I found myself chanting my daughter's name like she was Mo Farrah on the home straight in London 2012.
Sports Day was not without its drama too. Bee actually won her little egg and spoon race, but the winners medal was wrongly given to another little girl in the next lane. I should mention this isn't just bad sportsmanship, we actually have video evidence as my husband filmed it on his phone of Bee being first. It's the incident we now refer to as egg and spoon gate.
What are you meant to do in these situations? Go and ask the medal be removed from the other three year old? Call for an independent adjudicator and replay? Hook your I-phone up to the class power point so everyone can see the finish?
That's right. We hooked up the phone to the power point. Only joking (they didn't have the right wires). Instead, we smiled graciously and whispered to Bee she'd won, but there may have been a 'judging error'. Then we went out for cake and a babychino, because, quite frankly I'd used up all of my energy