Of man to man conversations

The brat and the father were having a man to man discussion, post mortem of the sports meet. (a backgrounder: I am the nerd, the father is the sportsman. The brat naturally has opted for his father's love for books and my athletic skills.) Where the brat ran with terrific style and poise, and moments of gentle waving to the crowds like athletes do when they run around the stadium to acknowlege the applause. The whole shebang takes up precious moments in which another sprite bounds forth and breasts the tape. And many more after him do so. And the brat trots in at a slow canter still acknowledging the applause and cheering, and then throwing major tantrum meltdown like situation when denied a prize.
Therefore the father decided to sit him down and have a serious chat on the issue.
"Brat, you need to look ahead and run straight in a race."
"Budwhy. I is waving to my frens."
"Brat, listen, you have to run very fast and straight, for that you need to look ahead and run only to the finishing line. You must not waste time looking here and there."
"Is boreding to look in fron. Only uncle standing there wid whissle in hiz maood."
"Brat, if you run fast, you can come first." And then days of forgotten glory come fresh in the Pappa's greying mind and he gets on the motivational track. "When you go down for a race, you must say loudly, I will come first, I will come first."
Pappa looks at the spawn of his loins with paternal pride. And pats his head. "And you must keep repeating it. And then you will come first."
The brat looks up at Pappa, checking for lose nut bolts. "Pappa, if I keep saying I will come fusht, I will come fusht, when will I run?"