Henry was diligently working away drawing a go-cart with a driver, blasters for extra vroom, and blue wheels. Just as he finally completed his car to his agonizingly precise internal specifications and was preparing to proudly show it off, Brendan casually commented, "we're just doing races where people have to compete on their own power or just using animals. No engines." Henry's face promptly crumpled in despair, his whole body drooped, and he just collapsed into my arms in a state of high woe. I very deliberately said, "but you're doing TWO races, right, Brendan? One horse-powered and one with motors? RIGHT?" Brendan's nonchalant reply, "Nahh, we're just going to go with horses." My second very insistent "I THINK YOU MEANT TO SAY TWO RACES, RIGHHHT???" was finally met with a grudging, "yeahhhh, suuuure." Poor Hank.