"I'm just a kid."

Yesterday afternoon Owen decided it was time to run. His favorite past time in the house. He also decided he wanted mommy to run with him. I obliged and we were doing our usual laps. Then he wanted to race from the front door to the patio door. The rest of the story goes like this:
Mommy: Owen you're too fast, you should let mommy win for once, you little stinker.
Owen: I can't be a stinker. I'm Owen. I'm just a kid.