Wednesday, March 27, 2013
How Old Do You Think I Am?
Tucker and Fynneus had their first baseball practices tonight and luckily they got moved to the same field. It went well even though it was really cold. While we were trying to find Fynns' team I stopped a gentleman with a similar sized child and asked if he was on the White Socks team. He said he wasn't sure and while he paused to look through his phone for information another little boy walked up. He proceeded to show me his sweatshirt, his undershirt and his belly. Then he asked "How old do you think I am" but before I could even open my mouth he said "five, I'm five." "Oh" I said "well how old do you think I am" and another little boy said "what?" I repeated "how old do you think I am?" The boy tilted his head and said "twenty four!" Of course that made me smile and I told him he was sweet but that I was a little older. Then he tilted his head the other way and said "sixty-six?" I told him I was thirty one and then both boys began to tell me how old each of their parents were. fort-one, thirty nine, twenty nine,.........and then they played baseball.