Friday, May 04, 2012

Not in the job description...


Kid1 is looking down at a medal hanging around his neck.

Me:  “What is that medal for?!”

He glances up at me.  He recognizes me but he doesn’t know me.  He looks back down and says:  “Soccer.” 

“I play soccer!”  I say, maybe a bit too enthusiastically.  He looks up with furrowed brow, says nothing, and looks back down.

Me:  What is the name of your team?

Kid1: The Gators

Me:  Cool!  What position do you play?

Kid1:  Defender.   (Still looking down)

Me:  I PLAY DEFENDER, TOO!

Kid1: (Looks up with brow furrowed further than before)  Are you kidding me?

Me: No!  I played soccer when I was your age, and I still play now.

Kid1: How old do you think I am?

Me:  (thinking...) Hmm…8?

At this point, Kid1’s eyes get pretty big.  He glanced at his friend and says, “Whoa.” 

Success.

His friend, Kid2, discerning that I know things, wants in on the action.

Kid2:  What’s my favorite food?

Now, Kid2 is really cute, but let’s be honest—he’s a chunk. 

Me: Hmmm…Pizza?

Their tiny, developing minds exploded at this point, as I had guessed…nay—sensed the correct answer.

1 Comments:

At 10:32 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love this story. Will you be my sensi?
Goliath

 

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